I am in church on a cold Sunday
peering across to where she always sat
stating once that she had worshipped
in this very church for sixty years
and how it used to be full.
Now far fewer stroll down
the path to God on a Sunday morn.
She discussed travelling to Yorkshire
to visit her sister but today
there's an empty space where she used to be
and as the first hymn begins
I imagine I view her ghost
but she will not be singing anymore,
departed like so many here before.
peering across to where she always sat
stating once that she had worshipped
in this very church for sixty years
and how it used to be full.
Now far fewer stroll down
the path to God on a Sunday morn.
She discussed travelling to Yorkshire
to visit her sister but today
there's an empty space where she used to be
and as the first hymn begins
I imagine I view her ghost
but she will not be singing anymore,
departed like so many here before.
