LRM

Only when I stop
And stand back
And look at all I've done
Do I feel your hand
On my shoulder, proud
Only when I see
Feathers in the grass
Like breadcrumbs to
Lead me home
Does your laugh
Ring through me
Digging into my ribs
And so this grieving
Body will honour you
With tea and roses
Until it's time
To come up and
Meet you