Friends and Family of the late Phyllis Irene Meddings
Visitors to this house of remembrance  
I welcome you with open arms 
And ask you to reach for him to remember my mother
She once  told me of a day her father found the lord  
But needed a leg up and told her of a dream he had 
And lost in the valley of the shadow within his dream
At length after many  days searching
He met a man with a scythe 
Who wore  a dark habit, a hooded cloak 
The man spoke to him of fear 
Then  fire and brimstone 
And asked 'How camest thou to such as this'? 
His reply
'I was a proud and boastful fellow' 
And at his utterance there came a great light from the east
Then he saw his way out of the dolmen
Into which he had wandered 
Her father then asked of the darkly robed fellow
'What sir is thy name'?
And the stranger replied 
'I am called of the name The grim reaper 
And  behold the pale horse there
He is mine 
For ofttimes I am called death 
And the Fourth Horseman Of The Apocalypse 
Go thy way  and seek ye the truth that is found in the light'