11 Dec 2016

Thirteeneth Tribute

This year I have been thinking a lot about Shakespeare, as it was the 400th anniversary of his death.

Yesterday was the thirteenth anniversary of the death of  our darling Tanya, that bright spirit who didn't stay nearly long enough amongst us.

So I am offering, in memorium, sonnet number 29.

We do not know to whom they were written, but this one could be to anyone that  was loved  deeply, as we loved her.

"When in disgrage with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,-and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings."

You came into my life as a wonderful gift, and a teacher, and not a day passes that I don't think of you.

Your mum Diana