On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders
and you stumble,
May the clay dance to balance you
And when your eyes freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you
May a flock of colours
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight
When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home
May the nourishment of the earth be yours
May the clarity of light be yours
May the fluency of the ocean be yours
May the protection of the ancestors be yours
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you
an invisible cloak
to mind your life
jeanne Robinson
18th July 2023
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Kathleen.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Humphris Funerals on 20/06/2023
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland