This is what my daughter read out for me at Doreen's funeral. I couldn’t do it myself so wrote a bit of an intro for her to introduce it.
There is no plaque and I spread her ashes in a small wood about three hundred yards away from this spot, it was the closest the park rangers would let me get.
'For many years my mum and dad walked the dogs around the Rushcliffe Country Park in Ruddington. The route they took was three to four miles long. On the return leg. at the crest of a steep incline, there was a bench seat shaded by a large tree that blossomed in late Spring. Mum and Dad used to sit there for a few minutes to catch their breath and look out across the park. Mum loved that place. This poem is for her.'
The blossom's gone for this year,
the seat beneath the tree,
is empty now,
devoid of life
for anyone but me.
I still feel your presence here,
I never feel alone,
in our special nook, our secret spot,
the place we made our own.
I make this journey every week,
it isn't hard on me.
I'm happy knowing you are here,
sad,things weren't meant to be.
The tribute plaque was fitted
without a lot of fuss,
the sun reflects upon the words
as I reflect on us.
'In memory of Doreen,
my beautiful, best friend,
you're with me in this lovely place
until the very end.'
And when at last my life is done
we’ll make that final climb,
my ashes strewn along with yours,
together for all time.
Soft winds will blow us through the grass,
the rain will make us whole
Autumn leaves will hide us, ‘til
spring breezes free our souls.
Our bond will be eternal and
whenever lovers meet
they'll feel our love around them