I knocked at the door of my life.

It would not open.

I wanted to see you.

I wanted you to know that I have been aware of you;

That I have loved you;

That I was conscious of being wanted by you,

And loved,

And waited for.

I knocked at the door of my life

It was closed to me.

I knocked at the door of my life.

It would not open.

I could feel your sadness.

I could feel your despair and desperate longing

To hold me.

From deep within I willed that you should know

That I am yours;

And always will be so.

I knocked at the door of your life

It was closed to me.

I came to the gateway of life

I sensed the imminence of change;

The excitement of beginning;

I could not wait.

And in the eagerness of my desire to be born,

To know my family, to take my place,

I gave you pain.

I hoped to give you joy;

I gave you pain.

Could I have known, it would have been

The farthest thing from my mind to give you pain

There at the gateway of life.

But I'm still with you.

Wherever you look for me, I'm still there.

Beyond the gate,

In the open fields,

Beneath the open sky,

Above the open sea,

In all things bright and beautiful

At all times and in all places,

I'll be there,

Watching over you

As you have watched over me.

Be sad, as I am sad, a little longer;

Just a little longer;

But then be glad  - 

For me.

By Derek

written for his niece, Sarah, whose daughter Briony died in 2000.