Monday, May 07, 2012

Poem for Monday, Sheep and Wool, Funeral

Requiescat
By Matthew Arnold

Strew on her roses, roses,  
  And never a spray of yew.  
In quiet she reposes:  
  Ah! would that I did too.  
  
Her mirth the world required:
  She bathed it in smiles of glee.  
But her heart was tired, tired,  
  And now they let her be.  
  
Her life was turning, turning,  
  In mazes of heat and sound.
But for peace her soul was yearning,  
  And now peace laps her round.  
  
Her cabin'd, ample Spirit,  
  It flutter'd and fail'd for breath.  
To-night it doth inherit
  The vasty hall of Death.

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My family spent the morning at Aunt Shirley's funeral, which was lovely but sad -- Stephanie and Debbie had arranged for everyone to participate in the readings and there were flowers and birds all around. Then we went to Jane and Bob's house for lunch and to share more memories of Aunt Shirley. Nicole had gone back to New York with her young daughters but Uncle Mickey was still in town along with several cousins who had traveled for the memorial service.

In the afternoon we drove Daniel back to the University of Maryland after watching a couple of episodes of Deep Space Nine and having an early pizza dinner (apparently there is no really good pizza in College Park). Then we watched this week's Harry's Law and Upstairs Downstairs (in which Edward VIII abdicated and the servants declared their approval of George VI). Here are some sheep from the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival:















2 comments:

caregiver said...

It sounds as though you had quality family time, gathered together for the funeral. You are all blessed. Prayers for you and Aunt Shirley.

Michelle Erica Green said...

Thanks very much. We did have quality family time -- we were just very sorry for the reason!