She was weary
she was old
with 'grandmother wisdom' to be told.
She was frail.
She was tender with kindness
and caring we remember.
She did her best through difficult times
and life was long
when her strength was gone
but she had a way
to touch the hearts of many she met.
It was her loyalty that shone,
her gratitude to all who gave her love
her artistry we all could see
her beauty shone the brightest
as it came from deep within
a place she never, had even seen.
But we did.
A bare-footed river girl
who played away from home
who never knew who she was
until we all, in our own ways,
did our best to honor her,
to lift esteem to a softer place,
to look beyond her 'disfigured' face.
And to all who came to say farewell,
to each of you who cared deeply
to each and all in her family
to her old and new friends gathered here,
she's asking me to thank you,
to truly Thank You.
She looked for peace all her life.
It was sitting in her deepest well
and to anyone, who helped to draw
raw emotions to the light,
she thanks you, for helping her
through the darkest nights.
This came to me on her passing at 3.30am, 5th July.
Photo credit: Owl: Tawny Frogmouth,
Australian Geographic, September 2005
I wrote this, July 5, the morning my precious mother died.
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It was part of what I shared in her funeral service.
It moves me.
Love Bee xx
"Dearest Bee,
ReplyDeleteYour loved one is not gone for she will live forever in your heart.
She is now beyond the veil without pain or earthly cares.
I am sure that until you 'meet again' she will watch over you with a Mother's love and tenderness.
She is at peace."
Jean
You are a wonderful Blessing Jean.
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Love Bee xx
What a gorgeous and loving tribute poem. 'To lift esteem to a higher place. / ". Yes, oh yes. No, they are not 'gone', they are -- as Stuart so beautifully said, 'Released', to another life we do not know, but which is absolutely life.
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