A Lady Honoured Once More Poem by Kevin Hulme

For all these words fly out like sparks,
And through you descend and meet into the admiring form.
And give the reader the beauty I see,
For was there ever a lady so idolised born.
The winding verses from years gone by,
Onto future days they will venerate and run.
I do write of you in tribute still,
For a disciples paean is never done.
And in our Autumn years of rest ahead,
Say, ‘He loved me with devotion so dear'
‘So quiet he was in his placid self,
But his heart was impassioned and most violently sincere'.