I see you in the soft breeze
and the perfume of the flowers in my garden
I see you in the eyes of our grandsons
I hear you in their laughter
And I know you are a part of all that is good in them.
I cry that you are not here to share in their lives
and yet I know you are watching over them from afar.
I cry that your daughter is without her mother
and that I can never be the mother she has lost
And yet I know you talk to her in her dreams
and that you bring comfort.
It has been three years since you left us when Gold called
and yet you are all around us
You smile at me from your frame on my mantlepiece
and I light a candle for you
And I cry for all that has been lost from our lives
without you here.
This is my gift to Jen and our beautiful boys in the memory of Dora - 26 February.