Glory
fallen to earth,
to lie
quiet and still.
Your colour
a memory
to comfort at will.
Joy
from our loving,
uncounted
the cost.
Your essence
remembered,
your presence now lost.
E F Woolley©
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Reblogged this on to search and to find and commented:
One of my mums poems, really like the last 3 lines.
Beautiful header!