II  I I made this from a photo using Artweaver

 

You looked happy in your  pushchair
with buttoned corduroy leggings that toddlers used to wear
You were fierce, would never be left out
Even if trying drove you into a frenzy
You could play the piano,read music 
play with two hands
Why not more academic subjects?
You were born too late
As you grew, Dad began to die
What   kind of attention did anyone give you?
Strong with anger,desperate for love
Needing something that was your own
But you never knew that

The   familiar sound of morning was your tread
Coming up the stairs with Earl Grey tea
While I lingered lazily in bed
The  homely sound of morning was your tread
Now I think I hear it in my head
Rumbling like the bumbling of a bee
The  familiar sounds of morning were your words
Now I only have the BBC

Love can bust your mind like gelignite
Explosions of emotions  fill the air
Each one  hopes for joy and its delights
Yet love can break your heart like gelignite
And all your   being suffers  in this plight
As  the  heart breaks, so too will this pair
Love can blow your mind like gelignite
Explosions of emotions, keep them spare

The last dance was between our touching minds
No words were spoken ; we did  it alright
To your wordless wishes I was kind
The last dance was the best between two minds
Like music ,we need space between the lines
I shall not forget  you flew from sight
The last dance was between our playful minds
No words were spoken, love itself  is Light