Polly and William in their magical palm forest.
Well, just because it is so beautiful and because many of you love poetry, mama wanted me to put this poem in my blog today, and then we will all move on, with sweet thoughts of Polly alongside us whenever we want them.
TO PAULA IN LATE SPRING by W.S. Merwin
Let me imagine that we will come again
when we want to and it will be spring
we will be no older than we ever were
the worn griefs will have eased like the early cloud
through which the morning slowly comes to itself
and the ancient defenses against the dead
will be done with and left to the dead at last
the light will be as it is now in the garden that we have made here
these years together of our long evenings and astonishment
*****
And I am so sad for Socks from ATCAD. I read his post every day to know about his life. I will miss Socks so much…
Such a beautiful tribute. It’s difficult to add sad, because Polly would want to be remembered with smiles, I am sure. As we all would. But that’s the hard part for those who are left – to not let the sadness interfere with the joy and beauty of the lives of those we love who have passed.
Oh, Mya, you are so right. And Polly’s life was joyful and so full of nature.
It is never easy to say good-bye to friends. ♥ Thank you for sharing the story on Pet Parade
You are welcome. And Pet Parade is such a nice get together for all.
What a beautiful poem. Yes, Aunt Polly and Socks ill both be missed, and remembered. Purrs.
Thank you, Mary.
Beautiful poem.I am sad about Socks too.
Yes, I will miss Socks and read about his life each morning.
A lovely poem. Is Polly your papa’s sister?
We remember Socks from so many years ago when he and Angel Momo were a couple and they had so many blogging adventures. He will definitely be missed!
Yes, Polly was papa’s sister and lived on Maui where they went to see her on those long, long trips. I didn’t go.
Oh such a lovely Spring poem! Thank you so much! Purrs
Yes, so beautiful. Thank you, new visitor, for …er…visiting.
Such fine words, in deed, and a fine garden to dream and reminisce and to live in. I write with tears in my eyes, for dear Socks and hope that all pals will meet again over the Bridge. Purrs,
Erin
Well, we have many, many lives…
To many friends have left for the bridge,so sad,xx Speedy