Our daughter Eleanor died 21/04/ 2020
You turned to me from looking at the summit view:
In a cloudless sky the sun without mercy
Seized in its light the sharp mountains
The dusty plain and the far sea.
We set out serenaded by cowbells
Eased ourselves above the flowers and bushes
Struggled over bare rock ridges
With sheer slabs where I needed your shooshes
To let you make your own away to the top.
I was elated, but in your smile was knowledge
That this was as good as it would get, you were unwell
And wouldn’t recover no matter the courage
With which you’d face going down. You were asking
Me to recognise this truth and hold it
In my heart, and not to hurt you with false hope.
Suddenly I was aware how cold it
Gets up there and failed your honesty thinking,
“I want to keep you as you are.”
But now at last I come to say goodbye
Most near, most dear, most loved, and most far.