Our mum, Kathy Tracey
Simon, Nicola, Emma and Polly
I remembered you well within my heart. You were always the best, that will never part. On a winter's morn, looking out into the wood recalling your face, your unyielding love.
Sat on a bough, in his best dress was the little brown bird with a red breast. I can't deny that you are gone
but within that robin I know you live on.
Every time I hear his tiny wings, I remember you and your quirky things.
Sometimes he lands on my windowsill
and with a wink of his eye, I know you're with me still.
