Mother

No stone upon your grave,

at one with wind and wave.

Music, art and humour

are more than a rumour.

You live in memory,

you did your best for me.

I shall not forget,

I am glad we met.

You left a mark or two,

I remember you.

Time, eternity,

may I live up to thee.

I will do my best,

you deserve your rest.

This is my poem to you.

Others loved you too.

Tich Ennis

11th May, 2016