I doubt if I’ll go to my own,
I’d rather stay at home.
Someone good has died,
I won’t say I cried.
I was sad, some fun has gone.
Memory lingers on.
She lived quite old and swam and did a lot.
Every moment filled, never forgot.
Not by those left behind.
I am not a relative, what matter, I still mind.
She came and saw and went, saw many places.
Maisie brought joy and smiling faces.
12th July, 2016