Rock
In memory of Linda McCartney
[Campaigner and Fighter]
(1942-1998)
Simple leaves blow through the mists
telling the story of a love
from whence we grow.
Evening calls the walker
back to her table,
angry at what it has laden her with.
It is a simplicity of time
that we see,
fallen upon her shoulders
and shrouded in pain.
Now at peace the white marble
catafalque weeps
rain.
Young but somehow still aged,
a tear never changes its
form in all these
years
of happiness and song until now.
until it closes.
20.04.98
[written on hearing the news that Linda had died from breast cancer on Friday April 17th 1998 in
Santa Barbara, California.]
