On this day three years ago life changed here forever.
Mother,Wife, Nanny, my Mum, left this life and moved on.
Time has passed so quickly, but it only seems like yesterday sometimes.
On darker days I think of all the little things which have happened that she has missed, but know that she would have liked to know...
"Your grandson is taller than you were now.
Your grand daughter 'little butterfly' as you used to call her, has started secondary school.
They have both passed piano and violin exams.
We have chickens.
Louie passed away and we have two new Cats.
The Vicar of Dibley got married.
Pavarotti died.
There is to be a follow on, to the Phantom of the Opera.
We got to be on the TV.
I got a blog."
Other days I feel she knows all these things anyway.
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I love the song sung by Hayley Westenra. from the film The New World.
If you keep the music playing on my blog, then you have probably heard it already.(If not, I have moved the track to the first song that plays.) Whenever I hear the words I always think that these would be Mum's words....
Listen to the Wind
Time is a river that flows endlessly
And a life is a whisper, a kiss in a dream
Shadows dance behind the firelight
And all the spirits of the night remind us:
We are not alone
Tomorrow: a sun soon rising
And yesterday is there beside us
And it's never far away
If you listen to the wind you can hear me again
Even when I'm gone you can still hear the song
High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves
Listen to the wind, there's no end to my...
Love is forever a circle unbroken
The seasons keep changing; it always remains
Spring will melt the snows of winter
And the summer gives us days of light
So long till autumn makes them fade
Remember the sound of laughter
We ran together through the meadows
Still we thought our hearts could break
If you listen to the wind, you can hear me again
Even when I'm gone you can still hear the song
High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves
Listen to the wind and I'll send you my love
Listen to the wind where the sky meets the land
I'm not really gone I've been here all along
High up in the trees in the sound of the leaves
Listen to the wind there's no end to my...
Time is a river that flows to the sea
And a life is a whisper, a kiss in a dream.
I'm sure Mum would have got a blog of her own. She used to love letter writing and poetry and verse and had many pen pals over the years. Blogging would have suited her perfectly.
I would like to share this poem that she wrote which is appropriate on such a stormy night.
The Gipsy In My Soul
When all around me are fast asleep
And moonlight through my window creeps
Like an echo in my head
I feel it calls me from my bed
To the window opened wide
To stand and gaze at all outside.
"Come outside" It seems to say..
"Come out in the milky way!"
When all around are fast asleep
And rain upon my window beats
Though pillows soft around my head
It seems to draw me from my bed
To the window fastened tight
To stand and gaze into the night.
It calls me to its dark embrace
"Come let the raindrops wash your face"
When all around are fast asleep
And gales blow strong and windows creak
Though chilled the night and earth is cold
I feel a stirring in my soul
To run, to climb the highest peak
To feel the grass beneath bare feet!
To stretch my arms, to drink the air
To feel the wind blow through my hair.
No sleep for me, no peaceful night
Till feelings fade with soft daylight
Why is it that I feel this way?
Do I descend from men of night, not day?
A highway man who rode the hills and lanes?
Who's spirit still lives on within my veins?
Do I relive his longing to unroll?
Or is it just the Gipsy in my soul?
Margaret Davis
1937 -2006
I will listen to the wind Mum and will keep watching for shooting stars.
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