https://www.madintheuk.com/2020/12/review-of-call-me-crazy-a-play-by-paula-caplan/

Now the white rose decks the holly tree

White candles for the summer time to me

The mother plant has died but left this child

Climbing up the tree presumptuous, wild.

From the window, my astonished eyes

Saw a hundred flowers glow at sunrise

My mother had just died but left me this

The sight  gave me  new joy, a smile,a kiss.

To some this rose would be a weed malign

Strangling a great tree by cruel design

The tree is very strong and very tall

The white rose gleams as sparrows call.

The birds will nest protected by the thorns.

The roses with their fragrance bless the dawn

https://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/hamlet/quotes/page/5/

Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action

There are superficial trends in our society to encourage us to build our self esteem and to value ourselves… to develop and achieve  a place suited to our talents.. but what is best for me is when I lose myself in something.I was reading an old blog of a friend and was quite absorbed and went into a different state of mind..then I regretted I don’t manage to lose myself enoughb have an adult having much on my mind and being busy.

Sometimes it can happen when we love a person.Sometimes a wonderful landscape feels like home.. other times a sunset across the Irish sea from the cliffs of the Isle of Man where myriad butterflies swirl and float over flowers and rocks.

Modern life, the News,talk,excitement of the wrong sort seem to lock us into  our self and frighten us so we forget the value of finding something in which to lose ourselves and grow as a result. Sitting by a river  fishing,knitting,sewing,a book, many things can elicit this response  And remember how horror filled was the self consciousness of adolescence and how good to forget one’s self being more comfortable and accepting of appearance and image..How to live like a wild flower for a time… and be happy not to be a rose but just a tiny wild geranium or a moderate  sized  gentle pink flower in a arden

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How could you die and leave me all alone.

With a heart that’s cold and hard like a gravestone?.

How could you go before me into dark

Leaving me alone in this world stark?

It was not real until your soul flew out

Your body was still here, there was no doubt.

I sang the Psalms and then I murdered prayer

I pretended wisdom which was not quite there

I felt I had to let you go my dear.

Perfect love does not diminish fear.

I had never felt this pain so deep

The gravestones gaped, the blackbirds seemed to weep.

When I went back home I turned the key

Only my cat Alfred welcomed me

My face was torn in half my body crushed.

No mother’s lullaby, oh baby hush.

My spine has cracked in two, I barely stand.

Was this forevseen,my wedding band?

I took the golden ring and let it go.

Hush my baby hush now,it is so

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Looking out across the River Lee

I could not see a place where you might be.

Tower blocks high and low stung both my eyes.

What use are sisters when they seem to die?

I could not see the road to take me home

I closed my lips so none might hear me moan

From another window I looked out

I saw a busy road and heard men shout.

The world was empty to my starving eye.

I saw the ice cream clouds as they went by.

The world I once could see was gone,was bare

I could not see your face,not anywhere.

How could you leave me in this desert harsh ?

The river Lea polluted stinks the marsh

There was no place where little birds could rest.

These feelings were a stone inside my chest.

I feel the grief without that blight despair.

And yet to others everything is fair