04/03/2026
Before the hearse we gently pace, in quiet, measured line,
A scene of peace and stillness held in sacred, solemn time.
The flowers rest in ordered grace, each petal softly bright,
All planned with care and tenderness beneath the muted light.
We move as one, unhurried steps to sorrow’s steady refrain,
Kept in time, a tranquil chime, the tapping of the cane.
In calm procession through the day, with dignity we tread,
Honouring a life well lived, in reverence softly led.