A poem for a friend, Elizabeth Pascoe, who passed away a few days ago, way too young.

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R.I.P. Liz

It feels so strange
When those known for years
Pass away, just like that. 

People who have occupied space
In our lives and thoughts 
But then are no more. 

The ultimate end for us all
That we all know
Yet the blow is always fresh. 

Striking through a phone call
Or a brief message
A reminder that mortality stalks us all. 

We grieve for those left behind
Knowing that the deeper the love
The more traumatising the grief. 

Remembering the person’s smile 
Her distinctive laugh
The way she carried herself. 

Brought together by chance
A student then a friend
And ultimately a colleague. 

A person with a good heart
A deep, deep warmth
And joy in all she saw. 

Many will miss you
Aghast at the news
Living on in their memories. 

Rest In peace, dear Liz
For you have made your mark
Blessed the souls of so many. 

Brian Matthews 8-3-24
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I’m a retired psychologist and academic who enjoys the outdoors (sailing a 4.3 metre catamaran, long walks in the country and on our nearby beach, gardening), reading, writing poems and, at times, stories. I’m married, have five children and 10 grandchildren and am involved in a number of community groups (sailing club, choir, Show Society and others)

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