Your spirit lives on in the hearts that you touched,
with your humour, your kindness, your time;
words simply treasured and gestures of love:
these memories will always be mine.
the sun setting golden at night;
dancing reflections that play on the lake,
the cosy, calm comfort of fire;
your presence, I feel, in all of these things,
keen golfers suspended in play;
a photo, your friends, my mother in tears,
your strength, when it all becomes tough;
your wisdom to point me the way I must go,
no more can our eyes drink your light;
as long as the stars appear brightly up high,
you’ll always be part of my life.
© Nicky Clifford 2016