A tribute….
She loved his beautiful country
the place that he called home.
There were those summers
at lake Kariba,
and camping
at Victoria falls.
Delightful drives on Sundays,
and tea at quaint Cafes.
Magical holidays in Beira
and visits from friends overseas.
There was such joy
being in a large family,
and the school run
never got her down.
The early years were so simple,
being coerced
into attending those plays.
A bit of Culture she would tell us
when enthusiasm
seemed to lack.
The “Sound of Music”
was her favourite,
and Shakespeare her delight.
She would blissfully quote the Bard’s poetry,
and sometimes
his more intense works.
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When they moved homes
with unspeakable frequency
she seemed to keep a brave face,
but in retrospect I knew,
her anxiety.
Family and friends
crowded around her
always with love and care,
and sometimes to help her pack.
The years flew by,
and the kids left home,
and they forgot why they fell in love
Depression and sorrow
wounded her heart
as the distance between them grew.
The empty nest became
unbearable,
with almost no will to live.
She was going through the motions
of what should have been
a fulfilling and beautiful life.
She joined the Angels at 61,
our bright and shining star.
She was far too young to leave us
I feel the immeasurable gap.
The tears well up
inside me,
when I think of her glorious face.
Her legacy of love is around me
on remembering her joy and her mirth.
and I still feel her warmth
and compassion.
I know where she’s gone,
there is dancing,
somewhere above the despair.
Tears have dissolved into laughter.
There’s a sense that I’ll see her again.
AllysoAlly 