Warmth was a quality you brought to their young lives
But that last time they saw you was with closed eyes
The make up hid your paleness and eased the image some
But never did we imagine they would need to see their Mum
Stretched out in a polished box albeit lined so swell
But the paths fate takes are numerous and we have learnt that well

 

The girls were merely six and eight, their damp streaked faces pale
Silently they stood there and gazed upon their mother frail
They did it oh so bravely, while I held their hands in mine
Knowing that your face they saw then for the very last time
Silently we turned and left to travel onwards to
The chapel where the service gave your life a last review

 

Sadder times are not too oft encountered in our lives
Than when we lose our parents, or our husbands or our wives
Such moments are forever burned deep into our minds
Never more will we have the chance to hear your kind
Words of care and encouragement as the children dance or play
And you were only forty two when we said goodbye that day

 

(c)Rhumour
September 4th 2008