Neil A. Machin

You are now amongst the angels,
Flying high above the sky
With your love still watching over us.
It brings many tears to our eyes.
 
Your spirit will still be with us.
This does not mean the end,
For we will be here for you
Until our time will end.
 
We will never forget you.
You meant too much to us.
We will speak to you in heaven,
And our days we will discuss.
 
Our tears that fall here today
Will remind us of your life.
How you shared your love to everyone,
Sister, Mother, Gran and Wife.
 
May the light of our best memories
Guide you on your way.
Through heaven you will travel
Until we all meet someday.

When Summer's silent song is done
And Autumn air has now begun,
Rustic red leaves
Drop from the tall trees.
Bashful brown leaves
fluttering, flickering free
onto the grass so grubby green to be forgotten
where the leaves lie low and become rotten.
The tall trees try to hold on, but time ticks,
and the tiresome trees become sticks
silently sleeping until Spring has sprung
and Autumn arrives and comes around again.
When Winter is welcomed with wind and rain,
it won't be long until Spring has sprung again.