Happy Birthday Claire
In memory of the best of friends,
The best friend
who was always there
when ever needed.
Who was always there
with wise and sage advice
Who spent hours with me
dancing the night away.
Who spent hours with me
when my first baby was born
and I couldn’t sleep.
Travelled for miles,
wrapped my brand new bairn in the sweetest hug
and put me to bed
In my memory of the best friend
who never complained,
who laughed at my jokes
who watched every single one of my shows
even if it meant leaving her own family.
Who unconditionally loved everything I did
even when there was no one else.
Who told me that I really should not give up
Because you thought I was rather good.
Who never judged
and always with great patience
gave the best advice
She was fun too
Full of life.
Full of modesty.
Full of spirit.
Because I listened
To her sage advice
I am here!
Whilst she being a wise soul
gave good non – judgemental words.
And her children!
Her beautiful children
named after flowers,
Gave them the best upbringing
and filled their lives with love
and warmth and fun.
They are testament to her.
I still speak to you Claire,
When I am stuck
When I don’t know what to do.
And when I am lucky
I hear your response.
I remember you saying to me
When you were so so ill
you know all the answers yourself
you don’t really need me to tell you’
But Claire –
I do, I did,
And I want to thank you
For your wise counsel still.
I am older than you now
That should never have happened.
I miss you
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What a moving testament to a wonderful friend. If we all had a Claire the world would be a better place.
and I am so happy that she was a part of my life too x Thanks x
That’s so beautiful Carolyn, it brought tears to my eyes. She sounded like such a wonderful friend. Big hugs xx
Thanks Jo x
Ah Carolyn, what a surprise. I saw the picture on facebook and commented on there. I didn’t [until 5 minutes ago] realise it clicked through to your special page for her. Love the photos and don’t Rosie and Daisy look like their mam? Your poem is so spot on about her, in every way and tender and personal too: its a something to open up like that, fuelled by passionate love, gentle but strong. Blown away by it. Never forgotten always in our hearts.
Just another note: I love telling folk about this – the photo with her star jumping outside the window is taken from a cottage we rented on Tanera Mor , one of the Summer Isles. Rosie took the photograph : thats Daisy’s head bottom left. After the photos were taken Claire continued to dance about on the lawn in the warm strong winds, happily contented in herself. And unbeknownst to her, we ran out straight away, rugby tackled her and subjected her to group tickling and belly-rasperries till she couldn’t talk for laughing and very nearly peed herself. No thats entertainment 🙂 love you C xxx
I love that story Phil! You know what as well, I am so so grateful that I had Claire in my life too, and of course you guys too. Even if you nicked her from me 😉 Love you loads x
Beautiful, it gave me goose-bumps reading this Carolyn. Your friend lives on in your heart, your writing, her girls, those she touched. A moving piece. x x x
Thanks Rachel x
Ah- that’s made me sad – I know the pain of losing dear friends, especially when they’re young with little ones of their own. So sorry – but good that she lives on with love.
Beautiful beautiful beautiful xxxx
What a moving tribute to your friend, true friends are gifts worth holding on to, even when they can only live in our memories xox