SpoonfulOfDreams

A Poem They say the pain will surely pass The tunnel's light will cast its beam Your feet will touch new blades of grass New dawn dispel a troubled dream The lesson of the starless night Trod wearily with leaden feet Will soon give way to warmth and light Your aching bones infused with heat And though the new seem odd and strange Familiar faces will be seen Some things not even times can change They will be what they've always been So life beyond the tunnel's end Will be to you the future's gift And if you make the path your friend The journey long may well be swift But I'll not take the sleeping draught Or drag my feet as if asleep Stride to the fore my face abaft With steely grip the past I'll keep © Chris Price 2010

What Curse is This? What curse is this? That I find pleasure In a trickling stream Refreshing rain A scone with cream Disparate thoughts that come and go Some small talk Or a TV show My company I can happily bare Come rain or shine I hardly care As long as I don't have to share

My Mum was born on 14 January 1924 and died 14 June 2010 On 28 June family and friends congregated at a bus station called Stafford Crematorium where I gave the following eulogy. Mum would have given you her last Rollo - she was the most selfless person I've ever met - but I recall a charity event which Mum felt she ought to contribute to. She found a birthday card she hadn't used and wrapped it in cellophane. It would have raised a few pence at best. I wouldn't want her send off today to be like an act of charity, wrapped in cellophane, rather more like giving our last Rollo because we would have rather kept her for ourselves. This is more than the end of a life its the final chapter of a love story stretching back 66 years. Born Edith Betty Holland, she met a man she would dedicate her life to, to honour and obey, till death do they part. Dad died just over 10 years ago and if you knew him you would know that he was a truly great man but as they say, behind every great m