I was the only streak of colour,
Within the blackened room.
And although people may not have thought it appropriate,
She knew I didn’t like the gloom.
Although the flowers fulfilled their duty,
They brought some colour,
They are expected to in these circumstances,
But in context, they were not so bright.
Like I have been for so long,
I carried her.
And eventhough my steps were solemn and slow and everything became a blur,
My violet flag waving,
And I knew I could do this for her.
And as we left that place,
Free in the open air,
I felt the wind embrace me,
And I knew that she was there.
Because ever since she parted,
When the world became cold and chill,
I have felt the wind around me,
And I know she’s with me still.
Sometimes a decade doesn’t change a thing…
In Loving Memory of Violet Irene Carnell, Nan. ❤️