Smile on your face,
laughter in your voice,
tea just on,
loving people,
having them round,
making them at home
right where you were,
caring, sharing
all of what you had,
scenes of scones unfold:
one hundred in your kitchen
can't be bad,
all-out concern your goal,
you made us proud
to call you friend,
courageous, faith-filled, to the end,
making heaven smile,
you're home at last.
In memory of Janice Davis who died April 1st 2015. (Jan is currently settling into her new place in heaven, and is, I am sure, smiling...)
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Wow! A beautiful, touching and uplifting epitaph. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteShe sounds like a beautiful soul. A beautiful poem to remember her by, David.
ReplyDeleteSo full of grace and love; she was as blessed to call you friend as much as you were to say the same. May peace hold the hands of her loved ones...
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