Stop the Clocks

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message She is Dead.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden

In the depths of winter, I finally found there was in me an invincible summer.

– Albert Camus, author

Peaches Hays born 1998 – passed on peacefully in my arms at 11:45am May 4th, 2010

A part of me is gone…….

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2 thoughts on “Stop the Clocks

  1. So sad to hear the news of Peaches passing.
    I know just how you feel –the pain hurts!
    Peaches joins Emma in Doggie Heaven and
    they are free of pain now.

    I have had you on my mind and was going to call you yesterday –I had no idea until I heard from Shryl today.

    So sorry,

    Jan

  2. Thank you Jan, I am gradually learning to adjust. There have been moments of unleveling pain. I miss her so much. oxox

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