I think she is dying, Lord.
She cried when I read the prayers
For Evensong, but she said Amen
And joined in the Grace.
Twice or three times she described the rainbow,
Said what a privilege to watch it
Birth and change and die,
That she could enjoy its colours
For more than just a moment
As we rushed by, taking only glimpses,
Whilst she from the hospital window
Just moved her eye along its bridgeway,
A road I think she’ll take to heaven.