Stop all the clocks, dismantle the sun.
It’s too late for that – she’s already gone.
We should have pressed pause before she died,
We just didn’t know it or else we’d have tried.
Our tears kept on falling as she breathed her last,
Her dreams of the future now locked in our past.
You can pour out the ocean and pack up the moon,
It still doesn’t change things. She was taken too soon.
Let the drums keep on beating; let the piano play on.
She lives in our hearts now and we’ll still sing her song.
Though her laugh’s just a memory like the smile in her eyes,
She lives on forever because love never dies.
Inspired by WH Auden’s “Stop All the Clocks.” In memory of my mom.