We laughed at your funeral
And you, silent in your white coffin,
Would have laughed too
To hear how you lived again
In die fond memories of your friends.
The anecdotes of an outrageous lady
Who lived and loved and laughed her way
Into our lives
Were the echo of a world
Now forever changed.
As the questing tongue-tip
Searches in disbelief for a missing tooth
So we find ourselves exploring the emptiness of your passing
Yes you are gone
And we smile in gratitude
For the memories that warm us
Against die icy chill of sudden Death.
© Copyright H.St V.Beechey 1996