FUNERAL READINGS

The Gift

Those that nurture know
And that's why
Flowers and children grow
Transformed by gentle magic

They stroke cats and feed birds
And so roses and animals flourish
Touched by tenderness
Caressed with caring

Why is it, that those
With nurturing powers
Connect…
While others are elsewhere?

The saucer of milk is enchanted
It saves a wild creature
And the benevolent bed
Beats a Five Star resort

That caring
That nurturing
That cooking and feeding
Lies in the hands
Rests in the heart
Drifts through the soul

They come among us
They encourage
And delight
And give love
And then
Because it’s a gift
They hand it on