Today, I’m meant to be writing my own Eulogy. Thanks, but no thanks, Jeff! All I’d want on a gravestone is ” I tried, I really did.” Tried to be loving, honest and open-minded. That’s about it, really.
Still, he got me thinking about my past and some early childhood memories, lovely memories, came back to me. And that’s when I started writing ” Fairy Ribbons”. Maybe you could call it a Eulogy to my inner child, the innocent me? Guess that keeps us all happy then, Jeff.
I’ve written three verses so far this morning. Little pen pictures of me before I was six, before life got complicated, before I lost touch with my inner child. It’s strange going back so far in time, like inhabiting a different world. But it makes me feel more connected, make more sense of life, even though the process is emotional. It must be helping me be braver too…I’d never have published something like this in the past. I have a lot to thank Jeff for. And Little Princess Warrior too.
At the end of this post, I’ll include some quotes from TS Elliot’s Four Quartets, creative and inspirational words which search for an answer to the real meaning of life. The theme of Time is threaded through each one.
I hold your hand...
You are barefooted, a tiny Cinderella,
Dancing with sunshine on the freshly cut grass,
Gathering daisies, fairy ribbons for your baby sister’s head.
Following trails of butterflies as they flit through a forest of
Newly blooming rhododendron, princess purple.
Overhead, the blue sky is puffing with little white lambs.
I help you...
Little doll farmer, stretching your arms,
Fingers curled around the glass bottle
with the black teat at the end, lamb sized.
Struggling to feed this ravenous pet, he’s tugging and pulling,
Almost knocking you over, a four gulp marathon.
But you’re still standing, locked into your tiny grey wellingtons.
I watch you…
At the Wishing Well, diamond-eyed, listening as
Davie weaves old stories into new.
Staring through the swirling blue and grey soup,
Down, down, down to where coins fall
And tiny, magic elves swim just for you.
Why can’t this day last forever?
Note: Davie was my nickname for Noelle Ffrench Davies.
I was always a fan of “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” with that famous “Do I dare?” quote, but The Quartets are new to me. The poems are beautiful, deep and haunting, they were his last major pieces of poetry. Here are a few of my favourite quotes from Four Quartets:
“And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
“Footfalls echo in the memory
down the passage we did not take
towards the door we never opened
into the rose garden.”
“Or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.”
Day 28 of My 500 Words 31 Day Challenge, hosted by Jeff Goins…Memories, Poems and Fairy Ribbons.
The photograph is my own, shot in Dublin.