My Mum died on this day last year, I hope Tchaikovsky doesn’t mind me riffing on his work for the title of this piece.
If there is a time to die then it is when your loved ones have bought a new candle
So there will still be light when the old one burns out
When it felt disrespectful to extinguish it the night before
It’s after the talking, the reading of stories
The turning off of Humphrys’ on Radio Four
It’s in the peace of the morning, with a quiet cup of tea
when sun has arisen on a new day once more
And when you took your last breath we were with you
Us and the robins in their nest by the door
Princess
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