Remembering My Beautiful Mum Joyce Rose Berry 1st April 1932- 13th May 2023 Heaven’s Fishing Hole For years, the riverbank was where Your soul felt most at peace Your heart was most content when there With the fish and the geese. But then, your spirit came to rest Where angels chose to roam And once equipped with ten-pound test You made yourself at home. The sky became your deep blue sea The clouds became your shore And there, for all eternity You sat with friends galore. Each angel was a fisherman Who had traded his pole For golden wings and a game plan At Heaven’s Fishing Hole. Anon

Remembering My Beautiful Mum Joyce Rose Berry 1st April 1932- 13th May 2023 The unknown shore Sometime at Eve when the tide is low I shall slip my moorings and sail away With no response to a friendly hail In the silent hush of the twilight pale When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the water's flow Sometime at Eve when the water is low I shall slip my moorings and sail away. Through purple shadows That darkly trail o'er the ebbing tide And the Unknown Sea, And a ripple of waters to tell the tale Of a lonely voyager sailing away To mystic isles Where at anchor lay The craft of those who had sailed before O'er the Unknown Sea To the Unknown Shore A few who watched me sail away Will miss my craft from the busy bay Some friendly barques were anchored near Some loving souls my heart held dear In silent sorrow will drop a tear But I shall have peacefully furled my sail In mooring sheltered from the storm and gale And greeted friends who had sailed before O'er the Unknown Sea To the Unknown Shore Elizabeth Clark Hardy (1794 – 1854)

Remembering My Beautiful Mum Joyce Rose Berry 1st April 1932- 13th May 2023 Gone Fishin’ I’ve finished life’s chores assigned to me, So put me on a boat headed out to sea. Please send along my fishing pole For I’ve been invited to the fishin’ hole. Where every day is a day to fish, To fill your heart with every wish. Don’t worry, or feel sad for me, I’m fishin’ with the Master of the sea. We will miss each other for awhile, But you will come and bring your smile. That won’t be long you will see, Till we’re together you and me. To all of those that think of me, Be happy as I go out to sea. If others wonder why I’m missin’ Just tell ’em I’ve gone fishin’. by Delmar Pepper