Sitting quietly, off to one side.
Timid, warm and gently aware
Of a small child at the foot of her chair
Sheltering in a little ring of calm
It has found surrounding her there.
The party continues. . .
Her laughter comes easily,
Loving to be teased
And giving as she gets,
The more so as the wine flows,
Her finger a wag with mock admonishments
Softly spoken but firmly put.
I loved to make her laugh
Her laughter
Her smile
My joy
(6th October 1993)
Ellison was cremated the next day
God Bless Her
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