Beloved Kiera is unwell -A Special Edition Blog – Two Poems

Note: Kiera is unwell at present having suffered a stroke. She is safe in the loving hands of Anna and Rosanne. Below are two poems by Kiera sent to me by Anna. In the first poem Kiera laments the death of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth ll and at the same time pays homage to her late Majesty’s great love of animals. In the second poem, communicated a few days ago to Anna, Kiera bravely faces her own mortality and encourages us to believe that love goes on for ever.

A Tribute to Her Late Majesty

A tribute to our dear late Queen Elizabeth

By Kiera

Our Queen has died

This makes me sad…

If I’d known her

I would have had

Such gentle strokes

For she was kind

Such love from her

I would find

A Royal kiss

She would place

Right upon

My furry face

I think on me

She would dote

Her gentle hand

Would stroke my coat

Of all this

I am sure

She was Queen

Her word was law..

She loved us all

This I know

It’s sad to learn

She had to go..

It’s the end

Of her reign

I’m just a dog

But feel the pain

I need to say

One more thing,

Welcome Charles

Our new King!!

Kiera – A Reflection

“Go free”, I heard

“It’s your choice”

But the sound of your voice

Awakened me….

I had one paw on Rainbow Bridge,

Then two…

But I turned

And looked at you….

Your moistened eyes

And soft goodbyes

So touched my heart

I could not part

Not this night…..

The yonder light

Began to fade

And so I stayed….

Such love and healing

Has left me feeling

Renewed in strength

Until at length

I had no pain

And breathed again.

But love is constant, has no end

Remember this, my dear Friend…

My time will come and when it does

It will be right for both of us.

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Honouring Her Majesty at St. Matthews Wimbledon 18 September 2022

My she rest in peace and ride in glory – Amen

Four photos.

The Cockatiels’ Message from Manly, Sydney, Australia.

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The message of the Manly Cockatiels John Bartels

They dive. They shriek. They call.

They are the Corsa cockatiels.

Their call is urgent.

Do the crowds on the Corsa hear them?

The young surfer heading beachward.

People walking dogs.

Young mothers pushing prams. Sharing coffee.

Young men walking quickly as they WhatsApp.

All are surfing the ever-living wave of life.

The call of the cockatiels grows louder – more urgent.

*

He sees his beloved Manly as his ship passes the Heads.

Already he is missing his last walk with her to Shelly Beach.

The waves gently approaching the rocks and then bursting with joy.

He remembers:

How soft she was when he held her.

Her gentle hands.

The intoxicating scent in her hair.

How they spoke of children. How thy spoke of what dog they would get.

How he promised he would come back.

How they tightly embraced.

How they kissed goodbye

How they both cried.

*

The Heads are far behind now. The ship goes on. out to sea. And on and on.

He thinks of her constantly.

He crosses the endless Southern Ocean.

Then its beauty of Cape Town.

Then it’s the Atlantic.

Then its London.

Then finally, Flanders.

*

The call of the cockatiels grows more urgent now.

Diving, shrieking, and calling they swirl around the Corsa Cenotaph.

Their call grows strangely quiet as an elderly woman gently places flowers at the base of the Cenotaph.

Carefully she sprays the flowers with scent. She waits a while. She leaves and slowly walks away. She is going to Shelly Beach.

The cockatiels watch her go and then start again their diving and shrieking.

Their message is clear to all on the Corsa and beyond :

“Never forget”

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