Here’s your map, she says
This is where you always are
See here, the mountains of vivid life
Make a boat of books, read them all
Sail down this mighty dream river
Through forests of wonder
Look how the trees grow ever good
How the sky holds its own
Nature is so loud in her gardening
Your soul is your compass
Kindness isn’t at the border
Caring is not the city
But change is in the wind
And wild is the weather
Home is a feeling
And now is where we are
She nudges me awake
Welcome to Hope
She sings, welcome to Hope
Get up! Get up! Get up!
Hope is here and love knows
We have so much to do.
Paula
14th April 2023
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Mick.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Final Journey Funerals on 12/04/2023
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland