Over nine decades
of movement,
mending,
laughter,
piano playing,
tale-relaying,
and urging us
to gather.
All of you,
reduced to
snowy soot
and then scattered
in the Yorkshire winds
by witnesses
of your life
well lived.
These witnesses
are of your flesh and bone,
and though the Dales are idyllic,
it’s in them
you are home.
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