Mummy Pink Handkerchief your Tears did soak
Since Weeping Photos soothe her Memory
A Child's own Program nurse her Arms long besought
And Soul's own Moments found Solace on Bounty
How can we Forgive this Black-Hooded Veil
Whose Scythe robbed your Smiles as weary as his Face?
Yet Honest Purpose met by Facts would Prevail
That Beings on this Sphere Lasts as it Fades
Worthy then, must we Cringe the Heart to Bleed
When such Space left for your Mum's Smile constrict
And Merry her - Deeply - Immortal she is
Her New Body housed on your own Soul permit.
Though Beloved my Mentor, Smile please Afford
Her Spirit in yours; At Work your Laughter Re-Born.