You Flew Away

Twas a new spring day

when my Precious one arrived with me,

and we gathered

in the greenery underneath melaleuca trees.

It is strange to think too deeply

that 'this' was you who've come to be

what others say we are 'setting free'.

But we three know,

these remains left behind,

are not 'the you who flew away'

through the open door,

free from all that was before.

I made nourishing soup for you.

I baked a cake,

so we ate from your favourite plate,

then sprinkled your past

among the honeysuckles and winter-sweet,

buddleja, lilacs and fairy bells

and all around the honey myrtles.

I knew you knew almost every plant

had come from 'the old home'

and peace lives here with the honey birds

as Joy rose high

and the mourning dove left the bough above.

Farewell dear one with all our Love