Holly

My footsteps wend a slow way

Down tree-lined gravel paths

Where late flowers bloom,

And the fountain’s silver plume

Drops tears into the still pond.

And onwards to the place

Where headstones green with moss

And fading words of love and loss

Mirror my grief.

‘Faithful little friend’, ‘the dearest little friend’

‘Faithful beyond human fidelity’

All that and more to me was Holly.

Rest now in peace

My dearest little friend.

By Monica McGovern

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