Please check back in a few weeks. /Hugs
“Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.”
Quotation from William Shakespeare in Romeo and Juliet, act 4.
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I have a family emergency, and won’t be able to reply to anything this week.
I’ll read (and appreciate) every one of your wonderful comments. /hugs
So sorry to read this one
*hugs
I am sorry for your lost, seraphine.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
O the valley in the summer where I and my John
Beside the deep river would walk on and on
While the flowers at our feet and the birds up above
Argued so sweetly on reciprocal love,
And I leaned on his shoulder; ‘O Johnny, let’s play’:
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.
O that Friday near Christmas as I well recall
When we went to the Charity Matinee Ball,
The floor was so smooth and the band was so loud
And Johnny so handsome I felt so proud;
‘Squeeze me tighter, dear Johnny, let’s dance till it’s day’:
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.
Shall I ever forget at the Grand Opera
When music poured out of each wonderful star?
Diamonds and pearls they hung dazzling down
Over each silver and golden silk gown;
‘O John I’m in heaven,’ I whispered to say:
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.
O but he was fair as a garden in flower,
As slender and tall as the great Eiffel Tower,
When the waltz throbbed out on the long promenade
O his eyes and his smile they went straight to my heart;
‘O marry me, Johnny, I’ll love and obey’:
But he frowned like thunder and he went away.
O last night I dreamed of you, Johnny, my lover,
You’d the sun on one arm and the moon on the other,
The sea it was blue and the grass it was green,
Every star rattled a round tambourine;
Ten thousand miles deep in a pit there I lay:
But you frowned like thunder and you went away.
W. H. Auden – “Funeral Blues”
I’m sorry Sera. /me hugs you and holds you
I’m very sorry to hear that. I will include you in my prayers and send you lots of strenght, love and energy. Everything will be fine. And angel is watching over you and your family.
You know I am here for you. My thoughts and prayers are with you always, and you know the love I have for you. I hope that the love of your friends, family, special ones and everything else holds you and envelops you.
I am available at any time if you need to talk.
The link for the music to this song is above, called The Ash and the Willow.
The ash and the willow, the maple and oak
stand guard over green silent mound
All is silent, not a word is spoke
yet listen closely, and music is found.
The wind’s soft whisper, a stream’s playful bubbling
the soft creaking branches of trees
The music plays softly, not at all troubling
Nothing plays in the minor of keys.
The maple and oak, the ash and the willow
stand guard o’er me as I cry
I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow
as I sing to you my last lullaby
Each note wakes memories as weeping I sing
and the leaves rustle gently o’er me
Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking
as I know I must go leave you be.
he ash and the willow, the maple and oak
stand guard in a small silent grove
I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke
as I say good-bye to you up above.
I’ll try this again, the system seems to have eaten my comment.
Hon, you are in my thoughts and prayers. I hope that you feel the love of you friends and your family, and especially your loved ones, enveloping you. We all love you.
Please feel free to IM me or write me anytime if you need to talk,
Also, here are the words of a song I wrote. The music is at the link above.
The Ash and The Willow
The ash and the willow, the maple and oak
stand guard over green silent mound
All is silent, not a word is spoke
yet listen closely, and music is found.
The wind’s soft whisper, a stream’s playful bubbling
the soft creaking branches of trees
The music plays softly, not at all troubling
Nothing plays in the minor of keys.
The maple and oak, the ash and the willow
stand guard o’er me as I cry
I lay down beside you, green mound is my pillow
as I sing to you my last lullaby
Each note wakes memories as weeping I sing
and the leaves rustle gently o’er me
Soft whispers laden, my voice softly breaking
as I know I must go leave you be.
The ash and the willow, the maple and oak
stand guard in a small silent grove
I stand by you gazing, not a word can be spoke
as I say good-bye to you up above.
I am sorry, Sera.
I know the pain you are going through.
I lost my mother a long time ago, but I celebrate her life through mine.
Everything I do is a tribute to her.
You are not alone.
Jain
Just a reader here, but you have my condolences.
–Argent Bury
My condolences and god be with you with this loss….
A mia madre
“30 agosto 1979″
Stupendo chiarore di luna
che porti via mia madre
inarrestabile ruota del tempo
un attimo.
Scendono nell’anima
come gocce d’arcobaleno
felici ricordi.
Un attimo
ch’io raccolga nelle vene
questi ultimi brandelli di vita
ch’io ripaghi con una carezza
una vita d’amore.
Chiara alba d’agosto
che hai portato via mia madre
prendi il mio pianto
con il gesto cieco del seminatore
spargilo sulla sua tomba
perchè ogni giorno
nasca una rosa.
(By Giovanni Formaggio)
*hugs*….
Hi Sera,
I am sorry to hear that. I guess we are never prepared for any losses. The drawing is beautiful and it is a good way to express your pain.
May God be with you and your family, giving you all love and the strenth to go through this difficult time.
Big hug.
Dani
Hi Seraphine. I’m really sorry for your lost.
…
Romeika
Best play of all time;)
I’m really sory for your lost.
*hugs* sweet sweet girl, I am so sorry about your loss…I am sorry I was not here for ya….
I am thinking of you….
callie
Oh so sorry Sera (;_;)
I’ll be sending comforting thoughts your way.
*hugs you*
I’m so sorry, Sera. My condolences to you and your family.
Oh, Sera, I’m so so so sorry.
Much love and support to your family, now and always.
I read all of your comments, wishes and poems each day while I was away.
You really helped. They gave me something to look forward to.
You are all wonderful. Thank you.
HUGS.