Sunday, November 25, 2012

Wish you were here.


Wish you were here.





Now winter is fast approaching,
There's coolness in the air.
A chill left by your absence,
And something decidedly unfair.

Your passings' left a vacuum,
That not anyone can fill.
I feel your shadow guarding,
To protect the children still.

You filled our days with brightness,
Sunshine was the coat you wore.
I miss the hope of seeing,
Your smiles coming through the door.

But we will e'er remember,
What true friend you were to us.
You'd lived a life of dignity,
Gave Joy and Love without a fuss.





R.I.P.
Joyce Mears.