“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
By Emily Dickinson
A poem for a lovely lady.
Heather Fiona Martin
13th November 2023
We Knew Eva in her later years through our wonderful friendship with Heather and Mike. What an amazing Lady ! She was really lovely - gentle, friendly, kind, chatty and always turned out to look glamorous and stylish. She was interested in others and always asked how we were, so very thoughtful too. A wonderful tribute and example to her generation and all of us behind her !
Jo and Peter x
2nd November 2023
Eva was endlessly upbeat with a sparkle in her eye that did not dim and a wonderful dry sense of humour that made me laugh at unexpected moments. It’s a testament to who she was that her children and husband were so devoted to her and she will be so very missed by all she touched. I know that she will be happy now, reunited with her husband.
Vicky
2nd November 2023