You are so beautiful,

the memory of your life reaches deep

and we, your friends and family,

are poorer for not having you here

to talk to but so much richer

for having been taught grace and courage

by one so brave.

 

Your last phone call to me was held

between candlelight breaths and I grasped

at any floating straw that came my way,

I was not worthy,

I knew I was insignificant

but you truly saw me as a friend

and your final request of me I could not refuse.

 

Gathered together, we said goodbye

but I felt honoured that you telephoned

and asked of me to wear a kilt in your honour

and your charming sense of humour

tugged at that scene,

only you dear Tori,

the light that came from a terrific set

of parents and the elegance

of Time…

you never leave us

for you are in many hearts.

 

Dedicated to the memory of Tori Crossland .

 

Ian D. Hall 2015