The obituary notice of Kenneth BURROWS

God bless,reds doing super this season ken, know you will be watching xxxx

Thoughts of You this Christmas 2024

To terminate my grief, I think of you,
as memories are deep, my weeping done;
my eye's no longer wet, my troubles few,
and vivid are those times, we had such fun.

The flutter is still present in my heart,
I see your face, and hear your words of love,
you speak to me, though we are now apart,
those whispers reach me from the stars above.

I feel your presence, I am not alone,
when walking paths that we once stepped together;
we're holding hands, you're chatting on the phone,
and never do we feel inclement weather.

Goodbyes are brief, but history will last,
there is no grief when thinking of the past.

A Recipe for Love

When love becomes so deep it glows in eyes,
and sparkles with a zestful zing within,
as it exudes and conquers with surprise
a union of spirits shall begin . . .

a fruitful journey into the unknown,
a marriage of two souls unite in faith,
to never be in solitude— alone,
and in each other’s arms they can embrace.

The compromise has only just begun,
and reaching for the stars may take some time,
a sense of humour also adds some fun,
with understanding words, love is sublime.

A recipe of love to last forever,
when marriage bonds these lovers close together.

Still missing you my darling Ken x x x

Loss Lives On

If only life had granted us
a few more precious hours;
to dance the samba, make a fuss
before death deftly sours.

A moment longer to recoup
the love that lingered here;
in order to regain, regroup
a memory of cheer.

Alas, I’ll never see your face
or hear your words again;
or feel your tender warm embrace,
or taste your lips— dear Ken.

But I remember many days
when you were by my side;
your quirky, pleasant, funny ways
inside me still reside.

We are all still missing you Ken x x x

Another Christmas without you my darling, I miss you always.

Love Jamesy (Christine)


Grief Steals Time

I find myself still mourning for you dear,
my loneliness without you sinks my heart;
the challenges of life are full of fear
as tolerating change tears me apart.

My hope has dwindled with my ageing bones,
no longer can the birds lift with their song,
I drag the burden of my grief like stones
that weigh me down because they are so strong.

But then I hear your voice advising me
to make the most of life, to laugh and sing;
be happy, and enjoy our family--
with all the joys their smiling faces they bring.

As life's a gift and we should all be grateful,
to live in deepened sorrow is so wasteful.