Written on Tuesday 04 August 2009
The day she passed away
I know the things that they expect
To bow my head, to show respect
To still my mouth, prevent neglect
Such silly things in retrospect
But better a world for you awaits
Beyond the dark and gloomy gates
Free of pain and mortal bates
Of cosmos buds and sundried dates
Of vast fields of orange blooms
Of roasted lamb and black mushrooms
Of waltz and songs that no one knows
Where trees of eternal autumn grows
Where I rejoice when others pray
I know the things that I should say
And with some tears I know today
That heaven took you on your way
So don’t wait up, in time we’ll meet
And together stand at the Maker’s feet
So tell Oupa and our friends in the sky
We’re thinking of you, we all say hi
-o0o-
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