Copper

I went down town to post a letter
then went on to talk to my friend in the art shop
and we had a laugh about my boiler
nearly blowing me to smithereens
as I was passing the Angel shop
my phone rang, It was my aunt
Copper had died.
I would hope my godmother
is with God now.

Always a smiling face
and never complained
she once apologised
for not being a very good godmother,
I answered with I wasn't a very good goddaughter
we hugged and we knew we'd never see each other again
that was on my father's seventy fifth birthday.
We were good friends.

I wish she could have read this.

RIP Copper
with love
Fiona