Pete the poet

The Mourning Cottage

Like curtains of mist

The driving sheets of rain

As we drove through Cornish lanes

To the resting place that nestles in the hills

Lush evergreens sprayed upon all day

But when climbing from the car

The sun throws us its rays

We smile at the presence of John

 

No amount of words

Or ceremony can hide

The wonder of spirit power

For we know you were with us in our hymns

For we know you sat with us in the pews

You gave yourself away

By turning on the sunlight

Interrupting such a rain soaked day

The artist in you splashed colour all around

Liberally for everyone to remember.

 

You filled the mourning cottage with life

The laughter rang out – even from your wife

The rain returned when the drink ran out

But your love was all about

We thank you for slaying our doubts

A larger than life debt

That will take an eternity

To settle.

Your mettle

Will keep its place in my mind

Your voice will remain forever

Your spirit will go on forever.