Poetry Friday: In Loving Memory of Audrey Birt
It is with a heavy heart that I share a poem by Audrey Birt, who sadly passed away this week. Audrey and I shared a deep love for poetry, especially the works of her beloved Mary Oliver. I will write more about Audrey on Sunday, but for now, I invite you to read her poetry. It is a fitting way to honor the memory of this kind and loving soul.
The Sycamore
The oldest in the park
Stands tall and beautiful
Precarious branches stretch out
Home for curious squirrels
And birds shelter in their regal home
A stream nestles underneath
Water finding its way above ground
To feed this fertile grove
Visitors make a rhythmic path
To its roots, bedded under the tree
A tree of life it is
And yet it’s broken too
The ancient trunk with a limb cleaved off
It sits there, a reminder of what has been
A huge scar it’s tribute
A flaw in its ancient presence
And yet still part of its splendour
A reminder of its resilience
A knowing of a simple truth
It’s who I am and that’s enough
Beautiful words, thank you for sharing, Marie and most of all, thank you for connecting me with Audrey. She is sorely missed xx
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We’ve already written each other of our sadness but it bears repeating a beautiful soul that will be sadly missed in this world. Her watchword was kindness and she showed us both so much kindness and compassion over the years since we both met her in person. Sending love to you too x
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