Day: Sep 7, 2018

Love’s a cherry with a lively stone

img_20180821_145045A symbol is a well  where  we must dig

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 A symbol is a well where we can dig
To find the deeper meaning hid below
On our human knees we need to beg
To gain admittance to the  latest show.

Life is but an apple we shall bite
Our teeth may break and so we suffer pain
As from our  human ills we cannot fly
We suffer learning,digging, once again

Love’s a cherry with a lively stone
Which desires to live itself when time is ripe
Some see love as meat gnawed from a bone
Some think love’s a letter we can’t type.

Love or hate, a fruit will have its pips
Which choke  us while its flesh is on our lips

Remembering the good times

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This photo of Whitby Abbey belongs to English Heritage and if you google Whitby Abbey Images they have a wonderful selection including in the moonlight although we never climbed up there at night.
Not long before he died, he said we should be living back in the North.I said,I am so sorry but I don´t think we can do it now.
He had a romantic idea of the sea and went out for whole night in a fishing boat.He was very sea sick.I don´t know how much he saw.. ……..stars I suppose
He told me he was very angry with me exactly 7 days before he died.I can´t remember all the reasons but one was housework so I told him they didn´t teach that at Oxford [I was a post graduate there] i felt so awful it didn´t affect me.In fact I might have said I didnt like boiling his hankies or some other trivial thing.I wish I could boil them now
But another day  he was asleep in a chair, woke up,sat up and said,
You´ve got a brilliant personality.
Before I could answer he fell asleep again.
He really did have a happy, peaceful death [ in A and E ] quite conscious. well cared for  even fed by me using a teaspoon ,smiling and holding my hand but not speaking except telling me not to go to the loo… then I knew he was on the brink.I am full of gratitude because most people I know say their partner died in  the night.
I smile yet tears run down my face.
He is not here,you see.