Where did it go? my mother once asked
As the clock tick-tocked & her life flew past
In the race against time
She led for most of the way
But the track was endless
Unlike her last day
(Take care of your father
Promise you will
As she passed on the baton
She would never spill)
So polish the stars & fire up the sun
And put out some slippers
To welcome my mum
Find a new galaxy
And light up her name
Because life on planet Earth
Just won't be the same


 (Funeral poem for my mum.)

Michael Ashby, Sidmouth

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