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Thursday, 24 October 2013

Philosophy from Alice

Alice sent me this poem.  It has taken me a while to post it and I am not sure why, but here goes.

It is by Mary Sheepshanks.

For Huldine
If death is but the first flight
of a fledgling bird - a test
for wings not so far fully tried -
then you'd stretched yours out
for quite some time
to balance at the edge
of life's precarious nest
with laughter and high courage.

You turned your body's valiant flight,
into a springboard for your spirit's flight
- your song will always be
a song of joy.
You lit a flare of friendship
and we, who loved you so much,
remain the richer for your life
and all the warmth and brightness
that you shared with us.

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