Kerry Sylvia Frith (née Stevens)

I’ve tried for many an hour and a minute
To imagine this world without me in it.
I cannot think of a newborn day
Without me here – somehow – some way.
I can’t imagine the autumn’s flare
Without me nere – alive – aware.
I cannot think of a dawn in spring
Without my heart’s awakening.
These treasured years will come and go
With swifter pace, but this I know,
I have no fear – I have no dread
Of that marked day that lies ahead.
My flesh will turn to ash and clay
But I’ll be here – somehow – some way.