Last time I saw her she drove off with my car,
Unfortunately she stole it after arguing with me.
I called the police, they put out an APB.
A clever woman, she evaded the police
And drove to parts unseen never seen.
Ten years later I saw her in a dream.
She asks me to forgive her. I did.
Then I see an old shaped grave
That seems connected to her,
But I cannot read her name on it.
In the dream the name of the town
An hour’s drive away
Is somehow revealed to me.
I visited the town, explored graveyards
Until in a little old Methodist Church
I find her in the church graveyard,
Beloved Minster Joyce Matthews
1952 to 2021.
Bob Boyd