pathfinder

 

Warmly caressed here

by the sound of the Sound

I can only imagine

beloved Iona

how they decided together

upon the gift for you

of such a glorious name

 

William, flight lieutenant

was a pathfinder who

found a way to Margaret's

heart, and perhaps they

heard the sound of the Sound

here as they dreamed of you

beloved Iona

 

Perhaps the sunlight touched

and warmed his tweed collar

and her specially chosen

holiday dress and maybe

you'll have heard the

soaring cry of the gull

before your newly arrived breath

 

Over years and years

I shouldn't wonder -

their returnings here and

joy in home from home

and scented, salted, smiling

silence until, oh yes

and no, and no and yes

 

their departing, thankful

last breathing and your

generous recollection of

their listening, watching

and waiting here. Their

loving engraved in oak that

we now may sit here in awe

 

pathfinding, beloved Iona

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