|My sister (in the background) going round in circles with her great-nieces|
When Cathie Sings
When Cathie sings – the stars lean down to listen;
The song-birds for a while subdue their lay.
If sad her theme, then eyes with tears will glisten,
But sparkle should her choice of song be gay.
Hers is the power to make our loads seem lighter,
Our sorrows fly away on silken wings;
Our dull, drab world grows happier far, and brighter,
When Cathie sings.
This poem was written by my late grandfather. It's dedicated to my lovely second sister, who died suddenly, three weeks ago. She was the most caring, adventurous and fair person I have ever known.
She is so sadly missed by all the family.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x