Epitaph for a Timid Lady
When I was born a happy child
The waves ahead looked sweet and wild.
I lie beneath this final sheet
Who never found them wild or sweet.
I did not wish to wet my feet.
– Frances Cornford 1886-1960
I love this poem and I think it’s a wonderful reminder to live while we can but the last line feels wrong to me! It seems to me, from the title, that because the lady was timid she let fear take control of her life and it wasn’t that she didn’t want to wet her feet but that she was too scared to do so! So every time I read it I want to change the last line so that it reads:
“I was too scared to wet my feet.”
I think it would have more impact that way and inspire people to not let fear stop them doing the things they want in life rather than the anti-climactic ending of her just choosing not to!
What do you think?
This video expresses exactly how I feel about what is happening to our beautiful planet!
It rips my heart out to see it being slowly destroyed along with all the beautiful creatures who inhabit it… and the saddest thing is that it doesn’t have to be this way… we can change it! If enough of us raise our voices against it and take whatever action we can to stop it happening I know we can turn it around and make earth the world so many of us dream of living in. Please do whatever you can to stop what is happening to our world… together we can do anything!!!
I want to thank my sweet friend Morgana for making this beautiful video tribute to my darling Jessie for me! It was such a lovely thing to do and it really means so much to me to have it… it is something I will keep and treasure forever!
Morgana also makes beautiful art, you must visit her gallery at deviantART and take a look!
My Sweet Angel
January 10th 1996 – November 19th 2010
My beautiful girl, Jessie, passed away on friday the 19th of November, and I feel like my heart has torn out and gone with her 🙁 She was the sweetest, most patient, loyal and loving friend I could ever have hoped to have and I am very grateful for the almost fifteen years we had together but I also want to scream it’s not enough… I want more 🙁
She was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease in August 2009 and since then I’d been doing everything I could to slow the deterioration of her kidneys but they were failing, and she was suffering, so I got a travelling vet to come out and she said that there was nothing else that could be done and that kidney failure is a horrible death and it could go on for days with her suffering just getting worse, so I patted her head and talked to her while she was put to sleep 🙁
I miss her so much and I have been haunted ever since by the suffering in her eyes and also by the moment in which the light went out of those beautiful eyes but a couple of days ago I received a sympathy card from the vet, who was so very kind and caring, and in it she enclosed the poem below which has really given me a great deal of comfort.
If it be I grow frail and weak
And pain should wake me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done
For this last battle can’t be won.
You will be sad – I understand
Don’t let your grief then stay your hand
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We’ve had so many happy years,
What is to come will hold no fears.
You’d not want me to suffer… so,
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where all my needs they’ll tend,
But stay with me until the end,
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you too will see,
It is a kindness you do for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From this pain and suffering I’ve been saved.
Do not grieve that it should be you
Who must decide this thing to do.
We’ve been so close, we two, these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
~Author unknown
Jess at three months old and so full of energy
and curiousity
Nine months old in October 1996 and utterly
irresistable
With her frisbee and her football in 1997. She
loved having things thrown for her to fetch
and had a big collection of balls that she was
always excited to add a new one to
Me and my girl in 1999
Nine years old in 2005
She loved to swim, especially if she could
combine it with her love of having something
thrown for her to fetch
The face of an angel
July 2010
Eyes shining with her wonderful intelligence
Taken just 5 weeks ago
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Goodbye my darling, may your spirit fly as free as the wind…
And when I join you by and by
Together shall our spirits fly
In heavenly realms so sublime
Forever spring will be our time
For only will our bodies lie
In yonder field
~ Andrea Da Costa
I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
I really love this! I watch it again every now and then to remind myself to keep the door open 🙂
Your result for The Demon Test…
Phenex
Visionary muse
Phenex is a goetic demon marquis, commanding twenty legions of spirits. He inspires the poet and schools the musician, but the music he sings can drive one to madness. He appears with black wings that molt when he flies, or sometimes as an angel of light, especially when he steps inside the conjuror’s circle. He says that one day he hopes to return to heaven, but that is probably a lie. Here is one description of him:
“Phenex is a great marquesse, appearing like the bird Phoenix, having a child’s voice: but before he standeth still before the conjuror, he singeth manie sweet notes. Then the exorcist with his companions must beware he give no eare to the melodie, but must by and by bid him put on humane shape; then will he speake marvellouslie of all woonderfull sciences. He is an excellent poet, and obedient, he hopeth to returne to the seventh throne after a thousand two hundreth yeares, and governeth twentie legions.”
And here is a song just for you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bjrt_6Ol5Q
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