Her Journeys End by Jack Farquharson

We got the news,
She’s dead.
She used the car,
The noxious fumes,
At least that’s what they said.

Her strength had gone,
She had lost all hope.
Her man and boy,
How would they, could they cope.

How can you help them?
What can you do?
Of course you go,
You try,
Your presence may get through.

In the Church I watched,
As he stood to speak.
To talk of her, of their time,
Beside his strength, I felt so weak.

We stood in the rain,
There at her journeys end.
She’s at peace,
They must go on,
Theirs lives to try and mend.

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