The cock on the church spire
Fixed its face to the west
And on a cloudless day
We walked to your funeral
Along the path in the park
By the shade of the river
It was my task to make you smile
Or even laugh and lay to one side
The greyness of your widowhood
We were here to remember you
I remember your stoical grace
Your delicate grey eyed smile
And know how I will miss you.
In memory of Sheila Little died 28th August 2016 aged 80 years.

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