A Tribute to Jean Mary (Kervin) Williams
By David Smith November 22, 2011
From the time I was six till I was fifteen
My neighbours in Sudbury, always have been
A husband and wife and four little girls
Grew up in my neighbourhood with cute little curls.
Their mother a gem she treated me well
Encouraged through faith, her stories to tell
A security blanket as memories appear
Though her encouragement, there is nothing to fear.
Would visit her home on weekend leave
Up to Sudbury to relatives I would cleave.
She passed away but her presence bombards my mind
Youthfulness diminishing and an inner peace I can find
The joy of my childhood
Though people we grow
The vivid imagery, the joy that they show
Thinking of Mrs Williams in the advancement of years
A glimpse of the past I shed a few tears
After she’s gone, the imprint she made
I think of the hope, the foundation that’s laid
A joy to have known her, her influence we got;
To have met her in my youth, the memory means a lot.