The previous post ' A Minute's Silence' (see below) was written on the same day at this service three years ago.
If I am lucky, I quickly capture them on paper, make a few adjustments and send them out. Apologies to the non linguists among us; the second poem 'Amy' is written in Spanish as the encounter with her father as his daughter played with the 'fallen leaves' while other listened to the 'live' service - he was Spanish. It just felt right to pen it in his language.
Amy; no te sientas mientras los demás están parados
Amy; no te cojas las hojas caídas mientras las almas han sido llevadas
Amy; no te pongas las hojas por el fondo del árbol mientras entregamos las coronas por la cruz