She is. A personal peom written by Daniel Jeffreys about his wife Caroline

She loved, she climbed, she praised, she cuddled

She fussed, she worked, she created, she muddled

She made us all laugh with her wicked sense of humour

She remained so loyal and forsook false rumour

She baked, she swam, she played, she honoured

She punched, she puzzled, she travelled, she mothered

She could, when she chose, be a fearsome opponent

She could, without trying, take your breath in a moment

She danced, she ran, she cooked, she smiled

She laughed, she cried, she shouted, she beguiled

She helped all she could without whimper or whim

She gave with her soul, from her heart, from within

She pondered, she questioned, she understood, she walked

She cradled, she wowed, she drank, she talked

She loathed arrogance and ignorance in equal measure

She made loving her simple, an addictive pleasure

She believed, she dreamed, she encouraged, she inspired

She learnt, she comforted, she joked, she admired

She stuck by her principles with passionate spirit

She loved without question; every second, every minute

She graced, she improved, she nurtured, she moved

She focussed, she preened, she tottered, she soothed

She believed in herself with dedication and pride

She made a home, made a family and stood side by side

She trusted, she organised, she cared, she prepared

She bonded, she relaxed, she conquered, she dared

She filled us with hope, that we can be better than we are

She is just around the corner, she’s near, not far

She fought, she battled, she cried, she tried

She is, she was, she lived, she died

She’s a wife, she’s a daughter, she’s a mum, she’s a friend

She is still very much with us, from now till the end.