Gwen Thompson

Gwen ThompsonDearest Gwennie, What a pleasure to have sat with you by your old fireside on many a Winter's night eating fish and chips out of paper, the dogs on your lap a joy. Thank you for the times we sipped tea in your kitchen in the Spring times, pondering the flowers, and in the Summer's breeze with door open to stand in your hallway as it filled with the majesty of your piano, as you would play so beautifully.In Autumn you would show me your latest pastel, having captured images of your little birds, or share your collection of leaves turning their Autumn orange hues. Your world was your own and beautiful just the way it was. You were a special, unique and innocent soul. Bless you, dear old Gwennie, it was a privilege to have been welcomed through your door and called Friend. Jaye Stanford Your old pal from Woodside