This beautiful poem was written for Lorne by her Uncle Charlie. It was written from the heart, about a Mother and Daughters love. Lorne has already paid a vistit to her family to let them know she's still around.....
Undying love
I write to tell the story,
Of a Mother’s undying love,
A story that can now be told,
Because an Angel’s gone above.
We’ve watched this love develop,
For over 20 years,
A love that now has been cut short,
With a Mother’s lonely tears.
An Angel’s gone to heaven above,
Much loved since she was born,
And now that love goes on alone,
As Shirley’s lost her Angel, Lorne.
A match that was made in heaven,
A match that’s now no more,
Two kindred souls that will join again,
Just as they were before.
A family hurt, beyond belief,
By the gift that now has gone,
And many other thankful souls,
Who’s life was touched by Lorne.
No more for us, the sight to see,
Of Mother and Daughter charm,
As they boldly walked along the road,
Lorne steady on Shirley’s right arm.
Greater Mother’s love, will not be seen,
As we go through this life,
So solid and dependable,
In trouble and in strife.
A Christmas Tree or flashing lights,
The things that Lorne loved best,
A drink of milk and ice cream too,
And liquefy the rest.
The weekly trips down by the Shore,
She wouldn’t miss for toffee,
With Gran and Mum, a flask of milk,
As they drink their Costa coffee.
Sitting for hours, on weekend drives,
With a smile like a Cheshire Cat,
Taking in the sights and sounds,
Whilst listening to Take That.
The things we take for granted,
But made Lorne’s life so jolly,
Like a DVD of the Fox and the Hound,
And pushing a Morrison’s trolley.
Always dressed so spick and span,
Or playing with her cuffs,
But she was never happier,
Than sitting in her scruffs.
Her weekend stays at Gran’s house,
For Lorne were such a laugh,
And happy times of course were spent,
In her Matey bubble bath.
But all of those happy times are gone,
Now that our Lorne has parted,
Family, friends and Shirley most,
Go on so broken hearted.
And now we must all gather round,
As tears, they fill our eyes,
As we struggle with these heart breaking lows,
And remember all the highs,
A mother broken must now be strong,
As Lorne ascends above,
A gift goes back, to whence she came,
With her Mothers undying love.
Uncle Charlie
xx
