For Rossana

As you shared your heartfelt news with me
There’s no place I would rather be
Than by your side at this dark time
So I might take your hand in mine.

Quite suddenly, your Mum’s not there
And you, on whom she lavished care,
Must feel bereft, alone and lost
With your tomorrows tinged with frost.

Alas, we cannot stop the clock
Or wind it backwards and take stock
But remember after heavy rain
The sun, sweet friend, will shine again.

(c) Poet in the woods 2013