My lovely and luminescent friend "Schmoop", the leading lady at MATT-MAN’S PLACE, lost her Mom yesterday.
Patty Ann died on Schmoop's birthday. A lesser heart and mind and spirit might be floored by that cruel twist of timing but, after thinking about it, Schmoop is quoted as saying "well played Ma".
I first became aware of this poem by Victor Hugo when Craig Ferguson read it to honor the passing of his Mom.
I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
'There she goes! ' ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
'Here she comes!'
Peaceful journey Patty Ann