Thomasina essence divine

You’re the favoured Auntie of mine

They turned you to a light up in the sky

Thomasina essence divine

You and me and old Father time

Are turning to ancestors in the sky


You wrote the painted word

Creative in you heard

To span your final hour

Distinguished, charming flower


Born close to the mines

Many boy’s hearts you declined

Cherished by your Dad

Like all artists dressed quite mad

You carried in your paints

The gift of poetry

James and Carolyn and Rob

Being a Mother loved that job

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