Walking on Saturn Day Four

A friend came to stay last night and today we "got a lot done".  We found a lovely wedding photograph of husband for the front of the order of service and the one I love from his 20s for the back of it.

In both he looks very happy. In the early one he looks very beautiful indeed, a young God. That was a long time before we met but his liveliness , charm, and spirit was always there. He had a beautiful smile even in the hospice.

We found readings of unabashed sentimentality including one for the back of the order of service about catching a glimpse of the 12 th man at silly mid on. The first reading was "All is well" and the second "Farewell my Friends".

We will come in to Glucks Blessed  Spirits and leave to "the Whole of the Moon". There will be a eulogy and hymns in between.

I won't be able to take much in since I will be leaking constantly and trying not to collapse in an unseemly heap.

The vicar wants me to write a poem for the funeral. I wrote one for my Mother.

Impossible

Its impossible that you are gone

because when we turn half asleep

or there is movement in the air

there you are

all youthful enthusiasm

innocently defiying gravity

because you never believed in it

You always were a perpetual boy

bombing down a ski slope

jacknifing into water

sitting on a dock

the sun lighting up your smile

the wind running fingers through your hair

 

 

 

Comments

lovely poem, the reader is there.