“Oh that poor woman!”

“She never found love in life.”

“How could she go on?”

“There’s no way I could do that.”

“What a lonely, awful life.”

They made false judgements

Some days, silence was comfort

Others it was death

But Tess never felt lacking

As much love surrounded her

Friends close and friends far

Family here and family there

A congregation

A farm full of animals

And warm-hearted workers too

The casket lowers

Inside her wrinkled face beams

Just as when alive

So don’t feel sorry for her

She lived life to the fullest