There is no doubt that my Mum was a woman of action, you would never describe her as an armchair philosopher, there was too much to do! This poem I think reflects how she would like to be remembered, she loved Joyce Grenfell and I think she would have loved this poem. Life Goes On If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower Nor inscribe a stone Nor when I am gone Speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves That I have known Weep if you must Parting is hell But life goes on So .... sing as well Joyce Grenfell