Our Mother kept a garden. A garden of the heart; She planted all the good things, That gave our life their start. She turned us to the sunshine, And encouraged us to dream: Fostering and nurturing The seeds of self-esteem. And when the winds and rains came, She protected us enough; But not too much, because she knew We would stand up strong and tough. Her constant good example, Always taught us right from wrong; Markers of our pathway, That will last a lifetime long. We are our Mother’s garden, We are her legacy. Thankyou Mum, we love you, For all eternity x x x

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Helen Joyce. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.