It was your birthday
a month ago
the second one
outwith your life
The first full year
you were no longer there
as your memory
lightens up our days
The Window on the West
is empty now
the roads are quiet
no dancing feet
The machair is lifeless
in austere winter colours
no footsteps
on its bouncy grass
We remember your voice
we remember the joy
with which you met life
and all its challenges
She who knows all
carries your memory
carries your character
and is still waiting
Waiting for the day
when your smile
will come striding
down the path
To collect
your faithful companion
of latter years
to go across the Rainbow Bridge
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