This was the poem, written by a lovely friend, that was read out at mums funeral service:

There’s something very constant 
In the ticking of a clock
Some how solid and reassuring 
As foundations built on rock
It’s constant pulse of sound waves
Like the lighthouse when you're at sea
These quality’s are akin to
What my mother means to me.
She's as constant as her heartbeat
That I heard ticking before my birth
Reassuring and supportive
She always gives me worth.
My foundation and my rock
From whence I face each day
She loves me with a love
that will never wash away.
But today the waves stopped crashing 
And breaking on my shore,
The ticking clock is silent
For me to hear no more.
The rock it seems to crumble
And turn to sand beneath my feet
A part of me is missing 
I now feel incomplete 
But her light is still a beacon
My mother’s guiding love
It will always shine from her heart
Even though she’s now above.
She was my rock and my foundation
That will never melt away
And I will treasure her for ever 
Each and every day
The gentle ticking of a clock,
In the background it may be
It reminds me of my mother’s heart 
So she’s never far from me.....