Funeral Wednesday



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


For Sheila


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.




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