Warm day in June with sweet perfume
Rose petals fall – it is too soon
Our dear friend - known for her kind heart
And radiance - has lost her spark.
There are no words – she slips away
Unconscious, free of pain today
Her spirit soars just out of reach
We clutch at straws to fill the breech ...
The fragility of life's fine thread
We could wish it stronger, but instead
It was soft and rich with golden sheen
And wove with memories a dream.
Brave Andrew left with his fair Rose
Surrounded by the friends he knows
Such sweet families are rare;
We all loved Karen and we care.
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
(Karen Boreham-Garside: 9th May 1957 - 7th June 2017)