Friday, August 12, 2011

Farewell my friend...



you are already missed by so many
we went today to say goodbye
and it wasn't right
it wasn't you

It should have had Kentucky Blue Grass playing
there should have been cloggers
we should all have been dressed in bright happy colours
I tried Pat....I tried
we should have worn all our gypsy bangles and Egyptian beads
incense
as much as I hate it
should have been blowing in the air
taking you up up and away
into the bright beautiful sky that suddenly appeared
the weather was perfect

I knew it would be the way it always is

so I came home
and I did what I could to make it the way you would want it
I put up the Tibetan Prayer Flags


and the wind caught them as I wished you peace and love
Namaste
I took incense too and the smoke followed the clouds


 

there should be  Cherokee Indian chants and dancing
A medicine man saying the right words for you to go
there should be hill billy music too
and good food to eat


but there is only me
to say
good bye
and I will
but know I'll always think of you on a beautiful day
 or when the season's change
 and
I see that first leaf that changed before all the others
the first snow flake
the rain on the ground
the smell of the rain on the ground
the beauty in the weeds along the roadside
all the things we shared

bye old friend
thanks for coming by my way

lord willin' and the creek don' rise
I'll see you ......

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10 comments:

The Butterfly Bush Diaries said...

Always, always such beautiful words from you Marilyn. I feel so much for you on this so sad day. You are in my thoughts. xx

kim said...

(((marilyn)))

i am so very sorry about your friend. no words...

your tribute here for her is beautiful ... she knows of your heart - even now.

she knows.

love you,
me

Joyce said...

Dear Marilyn,

I am sorry that you lost your friend. She would be so pleased of your tribute to her.

Take care dear,

Joyce (Dutzie)

Joyce said...

Marilyn,

I found this Native American Indian poem which I carry in my wallet. May it comfort you.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

In sympathy,

Joyce (Dutzie)

Allyson said...

A beautiful tribute to your friend :)

Thinking of you - I just don't have words that are anywhere near adequate.

allertadele said...

Really lovely words for your friend Marilyn, very moving. Sending you all my best x

"Never Knew" said...

So sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing this post... it was beautifully written, a wonderful tribute to your friend. What a lovely farewell you gave her.
Caz

Andi said...

Beautiful words for your friend M. I wish you peace and strength.

madhu said...

My heart sank Marilyn.. to lose a friend :-( .... but I just know she is smiling down on you for all the thoughtful things you did that is so very special to her. An incredible friend you are! ♥ and hugs

Teresa said...

I'm so sorry, Marilyn--really have no words in these situations. If you were here I'd just give you one big hug. All the way from accross the world, I'm sending it to you. You'll be together again!
xxx