A little death entered us when you went ahead.
So great was the love that tethered us to you,
we would have gladly followed;
Like little cygnets straining to keep up,
their eyes fixed on the beautiful white swan ahead.
The rippling wake, the path to you.
But you, nurturing mother,
Said no – the wake is the path you created for us;
The wondrous wake is life itself.
Your wish – for us to embrace it, as you did,
with love and laughter and joy.
You, beautiful swan,
turned your head to us, as if gently saying,
this was not our time, but yours;
For us, now, to delight in the beauty around us,
to splash in the waters of life!
Time enough for the later journey.
Your gift to us, your legacy:
To live first fully in the wake.