Oh my Mair what a day

As you lie peacefully 

We gather to pray

No dry eyes here but that's OK

We're here to celebrate a great lady of old school grace

With tales down the ages from son to grandson

Tears built with happiness and heartfelt joy

From the person who's known you since just a small boy

Often thought of as I raced my own race

Snapshots of memories of childhood and youth

Your mischievous smile always in place

Warmth too shines out as you light up your face

So never forgotten my dearest Aunt

As memories fire up to brighten my days

They burn deep and long of my Aunt from Wales