Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
My husband has a rubber face, Is he ofthe human race? Some men have faces fixed and set; My husband’s face is not like that. He imitates our politicians, Just like Rory Bremner can. Though he has no wig or hair piece, He can look like anyone. Some nights I waken for I am laughing While I am quite sound asleep. I am dreaming of his mobile features, Contorted to a different shape. He is skilled at telling jokes. And he loves a good cartoon. If I am feeling flu style blueness I he can get me up again. He has a rather noble visage. He gets attention he abbhors. In the bar on King’s Cross Station— I was asked was he a Lord! He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour. He’s a Lord at Listening Well. He’s unique, but so are you, And all creatures that on earth do dwell
Like me,my dad sang a lot and at night he sang this to me.I have very few memories of him except for the singing.Celtic people often do love singing and talking too
Then when my husband was dying, my mouth opened by itself and I , or something inside me, sang this
My husband lifted his head and smiled, then he was gone like a bird.