Saturday, 14 September 2019

At the end of the day

At the end of the day

At the end of the day
She was the kind of person
Who at the drop of a hat
Would present a plate of food
Anything from biscuits
Baked beans on toast        
Curry or Sunday roast
               
She was the kind of person
Who would mop up blood
With a bucket and sponge
No second thought
Disgust or regret
With fortitude I’ll never forget

She was the kind of person who
Held people together like glue
Stood by her family
And her friends too
Didn’t suffer fools
Was loyal and true
Loved to have a laugh
And a drink or two
Faced down a problem
And saw it through
A better person
I never knew

Today I’m very mindful that
Once upon a time I was indeed
(Though she never made me feel)
A dire friend in need

Today I’m very mindful that
Her cloak that fitted like a glove
Was woven with humour
Kindness and love

Today I’m very mindful that
Aside from all my praising
To everyone who knew her
She was genuinely amazing

I wish she’d  had a longer time
Not cut by illness in her prime
And the world today is less of a place
Without her smile and beautiful face

She was the kind of person
Who made things better
By being there
And I miss her
More than words can say
She was my best friend
At the end of the day

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