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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