how can you be dying? your breath glistens, shot-through with hope you give, you love, you smile, sideways you are gentle, smoothing, teasing you potter, you fix, you continue And when Mrs M R Caroe No longer graces this earth Will a black hole Race at us? Or will you, As you always have, Hopefully continue Embracing us, from your home: in the warm loving-place of God's lap?