Traces Left Behind

It’s been a precious privilege

To walk this road with you

To be more than a witness

Of the journey we’ve been through

So many traces left behind

That tell where we have been

A host of pictures, photographs

A trail of all we’ve seen

You’ll see me in the colours of

The knitted things I’ve made

A hundred “Humpty-Dumpties” with

My love in them displayed

You’ll taste me in the slices of

The warm banana cake

In every stew and casserole

And meal I used to make

You’ll run with me in every game

Of rounders in the field

Our endless fun with bat and ball

Delight and joy revealed

I’ll be there in the fragrance of

Those clean and pine fresh smells

Remember the assembling of

Those plastic turtle shells

Hear me in the laughter of a

Child bounced on a knee

And know that all are cherished in

My precious family

In each of you my legacy

Lives on in myriald ways

So meet together, talk and share

Throughout the coming days

My journey has not ended

It’s really just begun

The tears, the pain, the sorrows –

Of all those things I’m done

My life is with my Father

Held safe in His embrace

His is the crown awarded me

For finishing my race

Celebrating the life of Eileen Fox 1934-2013