My Santiago

Coming together

Going there, We had no clues, Knew it would be wistful, complex, An emotional palette of hues;

Seeing her, Sunday morning in the ‘Derwent’ room, Signalled four days, Where friendships restart, then bloom;

Of knowing her differently, better,

then affirming her kindness, her Shining Truth, to the very letter;

In wanting the best for her friends, Giving love in generous measure to mend - hearts, And in this, shifting the axis of the world

forever;

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We laugh - together, Spin pirouettes

whilst creating outrageous jokes with deadpan face - together, Scoff scones with cream, and shed tears - some sad, mostly glad – together; It left us, washed up on the uncertain shore of fragile happiness, Each of us accepting every day as gifts - no more, no less, Thankful we came,

Elated and sad, And above all, Profoundly glad.