Donatella

   Today I sat in vaulted churchQuaint and countrified in its rural wayWinter light teased wanlyThrough coloured scenesCatching tears on sorrowful faces. Where have those yearsI have known your sweet soul gone?Traces of your nimble fingersLie in village gardensHealth and vigour in their growthYour spirit rooted thereFreely shared with loveSeeding future wilderness' How many nurtured childrenWith anxious parentsYou sweetly imbued With kindness and confidence I am honoured to have known youYour passing bringing awarenessDelicate tracing of time and the lessonTo live, love and be thankfulFor every dawn on each day ofNew hope.