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We attended a funeral today for a woman, dear to the hearts of many Pender Islanders. It was a very moving, beautiful ceremony. It left me thinking of the family left behind to grieve and somehow begin a life without her.

I can’t imagine a world without you there,
I can’t imagine you not sitting in your chair,
Nor can I visualize an empty spot in bed,
Your warmth, your pillow on which you lay your head.

I can’t imagine waking up alone,
No smell of coffee, no you, inside our home,
No early morning chats to start our day,
No waves and blowy kisses to see you on your way.

And cooking dinner, what use is it for one,
The very thought has left me quite undone.
Your tires scrunching gravel on your return,
And rushing to your arms for which I yearn.

I can’t imagine the loss, the wretched ache
Of me without a you, my very heart would break,
The sun would cease to shine, the sky would surely fall,
Then darkness would encase my soul, and that is all.

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Come sit awhile with me,

Let’s share our lives

Over a pot of tea,

Light talk at first

The house, gardens, the weather,

And then we’ll bare our souls

Together,

As only dearest friends can do,

Let’s stay awhile,

And drink a cup or two.

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“What is nature”, the little child cried,

“I’ll tell you a story,” the mother replied,

Way back in the day when the world was clean,

When the air was fresh and the grass was green,

We would wake in the morn to a bird’s wondrous tune,

Fall asleep at night to the call of a loon.

In the distance the chorus of frogs in the pond,

The howl of a coyote in hills beyond.

And when I was small, I would lie on the ground,

Where buttercups, daisies and clover abound,

Little red and black ladybugs gently would land

On my arm, and a butterfly perch on my hand.

The sky, oh the sky, brightest blue ever seen,

And the trees, the most vivid and greenest of green,

A soft, fragrant breeze tantalizing my nose,

The smell of the earth, the smell of a rose.

“Is that a fairytale,” little child said,

“A make believe story in books we’ve read?

It’s nothing I’ve ever seen out there,

In the cold and gray, in the brown and bare.

It doesn’t smell good, it doesn’t look pretty,

It’s scary and noisy, it’s just one big city.”

“Oh honey,” the mother sighed, “What can I say,

I’d hoped you too, would see it one day.”

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You can hire someone to clean your house,
Or to cook you a fancy meal,You can hire a chauffeur & limousine,
But you can’t hire someone to feel.

No you can’t hire love,
you can’t hire love It won’t get you very far,
The answer’s not found in some heaving delight,
Or a toss in the back of a car.

You can’t hire love,
no you can’t hire love,
For the moment it might feel fine,
You can lose yourself in the heat of lust,
But it’s only a matter of time.

You can hire a boat, take a fancy cruise,
Drown yourself in a bottle of gin,
You can hire someone to dry you out,
But you can’t hire someone to begin.

You can’t hire the one who brings you love,
Can’t hire an open heart,
You can’t hire feelings of happiness,
Or someone to live your part.

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