Walking to a funeral is a lovely thing to do – it was the way once and so I’ll walk to another this Wednesday and think of you and pay my respects to an old friend!
These words written for the passing of a friend a few years back now
The cock on the church spire
fixed its face to the west
and on a cloudless day
we walked to your funeral
along the path in the park
by the shade of the river.
When you were with us
it was my task to make you smile
or even laugh and put to one side
the greyness of your widowhood.
We were there to remember you
and so I recall your stoical grace
your delicate grey eyed smile
I know how I shall miss you.