Finding the words

For weeks I could not find the words,

They taunted me lost in air,

It seemed impossible to grasp the right ones,

Knowing that you were not there.

I worried my pen would let you down,

Would my words still make you proud?

Without catching a glimpse of you green turtle neck,

As you smile within the crowd.

No more picking out your glasses,

Reflecting against the bright stage lights,

Seeing the shine of your perfectly curled hair,

Knowing you were watching on opening night.

We could only ever do our best in your eyes,

You took joy in everything we loved.

Now I must try to lift my pen once more,

As we send you to God above.

Sadness seems to rolls in like the evening fog,

Pulls with the ebb and the flow of the sea.

Yet it also is the key to unlocking our hearts,

Our memories allowed to fly free...

I'd like the phone to ring just one more time,

The postman to deliver one letter more.

To hear the echo of a 'whoo - hoo'

As we enter through your door.

To dance whilst you played the piano,

As Granph's voice bellowed from his chair,

To wake to sweets when we stayed the night,

To see curlers in your hair.

To go blackberry picking with the whole street,

To sit in wonder of your button jar.

Days out at the seaside,

Rainbow chasing in the car.

The way we laughed when you took a photo,

Leaning back instead of moving,

The huge ice cubes given to us in summer as treats,

Were always very soothing.

The creation of Milky Ribena,

Your  banana swiss roll trifle thing,

The Lucozade when were ill,

The excitement Christmases  would bring.

And the tears they turn to laughter,

Stories given life once more.

Seeing things with different eyes,

To the ones you had when you were small.

I know from you whatever my role,

Daughter, sister, wife or mother,
The key to contentment and happiness...

Is to 'always look after each other.'

This brooch was a lovely commision created by Madebylolly