Awaken and breathe; listen with ease,
The Wren is alive; the Blackcap will strive.

Heard more than seen, your song from nineteen,
Decided with blessing to join without stressing.

In this fight between birds from above,
These two combined to fight evil doves.

Hazel eyes paired well with her hair.
Described as generous, loving and fair.

The effort you made at such a young age,
In order you stood, for the greater good.

Driven, made ways through small alleyways,
With a van so vast, reflecting your past.

A sense of right and wrong you held,
Stoic with sound brisk judgement prevailed.

Although two years you had over he,
He sent love letters, oh! How dairy!

Family matters, they made you tick,
You gave me counsel when I got sick.

As a mother, grandma, and greater still,
You ensured that everyone had their fill.

For me it was butties of tinned pink fish,
I'd dip them in soup whilst adults reminisced.

You saw us grow to reach our potential,
Resolved our squabbles, you were influential.

As a woman born in such an age,
Opinions weren't held, they took centre stage.

As time went by your judgement slowed down,
Your sentences shortened, but still kept your crown.

The Queen of the Plumbs, no less née Rigby,
You finally rested with great dignity.

Those years ‘fore departure, with dwindling speech,
Your eyes still lit up when kin were in reach.

When we dined at your home, we'd all have a bite,
When Covid did strike, you kept in the fight.

True Justice prevailed when you said your peace,
The Wren has flown far, her song has now ceased.