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.
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