A friend who was till yesterday

just a picture in my mind.

Inspired by photos in a book

and tales of happy times.

 

For sixty years they’d been a pair.

Through good times and the bad.

But we had never met before

and now that makes me sad.

 

The picture in my mind persists,

for though she looked so frail,

I know that we will treasure her,

with love that will not fail.

 

I saw that love, in eyes of grey,

that leapt across the years.

To fill a void that time had made

with laughter and with tears.

 

Oh Blodwen, you are dear to us,

Though we live so far away.

And hope to share our mountains fair,

When you visit us one day.

 

 

David Garlick, England, 1986

( Just before Blodwen’s death )