Some of you may remember my blog, 'Midsummer Poppies', I went back to the field where I took the pics, havent been back there since Mum died, I made a point and went tonight, as it is exactly a year since I discovered the field of poppies, I went same time of day, early evening, and it was very much like last year, a warm hazy summer evening, I took mums dog with me, the poppy field is now a field of barley, a field of…
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her casket from beginning to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth and now only those who loved her know what that little line is…
the earth is stirring, whilst you lay still
snowdrops and bluebells, an early daffodil
they smile through our sorrow, yet gently bow
promising that we'll get through this somehow
you wouldnt want us to cry, or feel this pain
but flowers cannot grow without any rain
and when the blossom falls from the tree
as birds sing and fly, its you that I'll see
all of life's things that were special to you
will hold your memory…
Sadly my beautiful mum passed away yesterday evening, peaceful at the end, may she now rest in peace, free from her pain and suffering, my heart is broken.
I love you so much mum
