Janet Elizabeth Smith

I contemplate my fate Starting new year alone Unable even to say ‘Hi’ by phone It won’t, I must say, be great It was a good send-off family around I wrote and read the words Surrounded by the songs of birds In the woodland burial ground Dispensing with church and priest We played Beatles songs I righted all my wrongs I managed that at least Amid torrid weather, rain and snow There was a pause and the sun shone As though angels knew you were gone Opened heaven’s door, asked us to let you go