I am not cold and laid in earth,
My spirit flies and gives rebirth,
So, weep not now dear friends for me, for I am with you still.
 
The memories that you may hold,
Take from life’s tree …….and then unfold, as myriad leaves of coloured hue,
Remember me…… as I will you.
 
So therefore all who gather here, rejoice with me, and have no fear,
But one short sleep and peace awaits,
Death is dispelled at heaven’s gates.
 
And I am with you still.
 
                                                                                                                    Elizabeth Brooker  (Margaret’s cousin)