Recalling

RECALLING

Does your spirit linger here, hovering,

And watch us as we lay our offerings

Where your ashes lay?

Do our memories hold you here

Under the copper beech whose newly opening leaves

Glow warmly in the May sun

While we tread the daisies and the close clusters

Of crocus leaves, the flowers gone, replaced

By clumps of daffodils, white and yellow?

Are you there when, ritually, we lay our flowers

And quietly recall you?

Inspired by a visit to Canley in May 2013