AN ODE TO ANDREW BRIGGS

Rain soaked lawns,
tall trees shedding tears
as we sadly lay to rest
one of our finest peers.

Squirrels playfully darting
from the bushes and tree's,
smiling at silent souls
they, far too often, see.

Mourners stand in silence
as you pass them slowly by,
with love and loss in sunken hearts
and tears in weary eyes.

Lapels all adorned and full
of colours, oh-so bold,
their hue's, a loving tribute
to one so dearly held.

Red denotes the fiery flames
within his caring heart
and yellow shines the light of love
he, so often, did impart.

He leaves behind four gentle girls,
a loving lad and a Mother of pearls,
forever dreaming of their doting Dad
and the fun and laughter they so briefly had.

They will now need even more
of their Mother's dearest love,
to cuddle them and hold them close
as he watches from above.

A Mother, a partner, a soulmate she is,
every moment you shared, a moment of bliss
and though her world's been torn apart,
she will hold him close within her aching heart.

The grounds all around
are so quiet; so still,
as a gaggle of Geese
cross a slippery hill.

Their passing, a message maybe,
that life must now go on;
that the candle has been passed
from loving father to his son.

The squirrels flit so fast away
and geese march line abreast,
I wonder at the profusion of life
in such a place of rest.

"Farewell my dear friend, Andrew,
your passing was far too fleet,
but I worry not, for one bright day,
we may all, once again, meet."




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Written by Darren Scanlon, 15th July 2016
Images used with kind permission.
© 2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.