For the Love of Her
By Silver Spun Sand
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“...and if I should carol aloud from aloft
all things that are forked, and horned, and soft
would lean out from the hollowed sphere of the sea
all looking down for the love of me.”
‘The Mermaid’, Alfred Lord Tennyson
No permanent memorial, she’d insisted;
instead, she requested her ashes
be scattered from Southwold Pier...
Thus, our pilgrimage; friends and family,
one drizzly May morning, almost
two years since.
Her expressed wish – not a sombre affair,
so we did our best to keep cheerful.
‘Celebration of life’; her words
ringing loud in our ears.
How much she’d loved this place;
row on row of beach huts, all painted
a different shade of folly.
We offered up no prayers; instead,
each read a favourite poem...
Except for me; too choked up to make
much meaningful sense; glad of the rain
to mask my tears. And then a tap
on the shoulder.
“This a poetry reading, lady?” asks
a sunny faced Japanese gent;
his Canon 'Power Shot' at the ready.
“Suppose you're right,” I say, seeing
the funny side.
“OK – so your turn next, lady!
Say, ‘Cheese’. ‘Watch the birdie!’
My English good, or not?”
“Yes, indeed it is,” I smile...
Knowing she’d got her way.
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and somehow... a nod and a
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I remember this one, Tina!
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This is so lovely, made me
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Ah, wasn't sure if this was
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new silver-spun-sand Yes, I
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I like this a lot, Tina x:)
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I really enjoyed this, it's
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So beautiful, Tina. I've
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Tina, you are very welcome
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