🌻 A poetic tribute in loving memory of
Pamela Joy Bastone
This poem was recited at Pamela's funeral by her son Andy Bastone
The birds are singing, the mist is rising, daylight is breaking, it’s time to get up. Reflections of my life and where it all started, in Westcliff-on-Sea with Hilda so warm-hearted.
A soft tune I am hearing, it’s David on the piano, my brothers are playing, in our house boat Tornado. My brothers they spoil me, the youngest I am, Brian, Derek, Michael and Sister Pam.
Setting the scene in 1958, we are in Combe Martin, a beauty contest date. Looking so pretty, with bathing suit and smile, the voting is done, it took a while. Is this real, is this a dream, the votes are in I am a Beauty Queen.
It’s time for work, I’ll pull on some warms, and jump on my moped to deliver those forms. Back in the office and time for a cuppa, now let’s get home I must have some supper.
Darkness is falling, another day is closing, in no time at all, I will be dozing.
Thank you Mum, for all you have done, never forgotten your spirit lives on. 🌼
Jerry Bastone
13/03/2023
