It has gone fast, life,
And your children now travel
As you, too, have travelled
To a world long beyond us
To which I was stranger.
But now you come closer
On this stage at the crossing
In the candlelit cold
Of the church on the hill.
And your beauty shines still
In yourself and the music
Fluttering and flickering
Between you and us listening
To the soundings around us
Never truly beyond us.
©Terry Hodgson2020
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