Monday, September 7, 2009

Heaven's Scented Kiss

A poem in memory of an aunt of mine who died recently...

Marie, a name of simple elegance,
like the lady that bore that name,
though her slim, slight build belied
fierce independence, courage and strength,
hiding a will that refused to bow
to norms of conventionality,
helping her to brave life's storms
with resourcefulness and dignity.

Devoted mother,
caring sister,
generous aunt,
freely giving her time
to help the sick and infirm,
informing and enlivening
with gayness of manner
and quickness of tongue.
Taking pleasure creating
culinary delights,
exciting two young nieces
with yawning,
cavernous appetites.
Delighting in nature,
her garden a passion,
feeling at one with plants and trees,
though garden work
as the years go by
is no real friend
to delicate, ageing knees.

Memories of a wonderful companion
for old and young alike,
brighten the eyes and curve the lips
as one sees once more this lady
recounting tales of days gone by
with softish voice and humour wry...
A gentle, kind and wise old soul,
whose days now pass in that garden beyond -
may she find enchantment there,
surrounded by love and peace,
rejoicing in the beautiful flowers
of heaven's scented kiss.

Copyright © Helena Harper


  1. A most lovely and fitting tribute to your aunt, who I'm sure would have loved what you wrote.


  2. Thank you, Yvonne - my aunt didn't have an easy life, but she was a lovely lady and I hope she is enjoying herself now in that heavenly garden of hers.


  3. That was very touching, Helena. Well written and I could tell from the heart.

    Marvin D Wilson

  4. Hello, Marvin,

    What a nice surprise! Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read. Your comment is much appreciated. Hope all is well with you.