Saturday 27 August 2016

do not seek me in the cold ground

I wrote this poem a few years ago when I realised we might not often, if ever, be able to visit our son's grave. Sadly, it now seems appropriate for both our children.


do not seek me in the cold ground

My bones may be in cold ground but do not seek me there.
I am not in the grey clouds that fill the evening air;
the gurgle of a stream is just the water running free,
it does not hide my laughter; that is in your memory.
I am not in the forest amid the treetops high
nor in the gentle breezes, when they blow a sigh.
I am not in wide fields, or down upon the beach;
look, but you’ll not find me for I am out of reach.
My voice is not in birdsong, or in children’s play;
I am not in the sunset that ends a busy day.
You will not find me in the wind that blows, or on a stormy sea;
nowhere in the whole wide world is the being that was me.
But the place where you will find me, even though we are apart,
is not so very far because I live on in your heart

© Ida Jones

R.I.P.   
Timothy David Berkshire Jones - 27.07.1963 - 01.09.1985
Sheridan Louise Berkshire Musson (nee Jones) 07.02.1968 - 20.08.2016

Friday 19 August 2016

little outings

Because of family health problems, we do not get out much these days or for very long but sometimes are able to take a little time-out…

6th August

We return to a favourite spot - the riverside at Juvigny.  We are surprised at how much the flowers and shrubs have grown. 




















We sit on a bench but the weather is very hot and we decide to sit in the car, parked under a shady tree, with the windows open. Two minutes later, someone arrives with a lawn mower and we have to move.  We take a scenic route and return home.

14th August

A drive through the countryside and a short stop at the entrance to the Damvillers forest…





Facing open countryside, the car park, picnic area and entrance to the forest is guarded by a beautiful, old tree...