Cry for her, but only a Little

Remember her when she was well

Mum was always there, home was her

 

Rooms full of flowers, family laughter,

Cheering, giving, loving uncomplaining

Diana- meaning “divine”.

 

Winds go on whispering Birds

Continue to sing

Flowers bloom to fade away

Yet their memory will stay.

 

Year follows year, yet nothing

Can part you from those you

Hold dear.

 

I imagine Mum’s cottage in the sky

Rambling rose growing high

A sign above the door

No pain or suffering for me anymore.

 

A place full of peace

For our dear Mum to be

Alas- too far away for us to see.

Phillipa  Boyd