there will be no mourning
only gratitude for memories
placed with flora in glass vases
cream tea roses and pink carnations
while on the mantle there will be
white candles scented
effusing bouquets of jasmine love
my mind will carry my heart
in thought flight to the west country
where the tides embrace Anstey’s Cove
and kiss the feet of Thatcher’s rock
wild water washing away
the last days of suffering and leaving
images of you smiling and waving