Black masked, weighed down by grey grief,
\nWe carried you into the church
\nTo be wrung out of our sodden farewells.
\nBut you had already gone.<\/p>\n
It was a slow journey to that sombre altar.
\nIn the last years the traces that bound us
\nStretched and frayed
\nAs Nature\u2019s cruelty took hold.
\nWe had already said the longest of goodbyes
\nWhile your mind darkened and your hands stilled.
\nThere was time enough to remember happier days
\nSurrounded by grandchildren,
\nBustling in a kitchen warmed by the smells of baking.<\/p>\n
In that same kitchen you tended to us,
\nYour children, with the food of love.
\nThrough laughter, anger and tears,
\nYou were our constant consolation.<\/p>\n
Your body spent, drained of the devotion
\nThat bathed us all our lives,
\nYou have departed this love-dimmed world.
\nBut your star shines on
\nIn every one of our hearts.<\/p>\n
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