These pictures are dear to me.
As a child I was given the pictures, books and poetry of Mary Cecily Barker. I was brought up to believe in the magic of fairy's. I was told that I was the Jasmine Fairy.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I cross stitched fairy's for the nursery. You know, nesting, eagerly anticipating the new arrival.I didn't get much time to do this after the birth.
During my second pregnancy, I picked up uncompleted cross stitches left over from my first pregnancy... Now was as good a time as any to make the time. Again I was eager to welcome the new arrival to my family.
Nina, was stillborn. So instead, we planted flowers at her grave, hoping the fairies would bless her and keep her company. I chose a hazel tree, which we will plant in December.
When I buried my daughter, we planted Snowdrops and Snakeshead Fratilleries.
For the plaque, we have an engraved outline of the above hazelnut fairy and the following poem by William Butler Yeats;
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
As a child I was given the pictures, books and poetry of Mary Cecily Barker. I was brought up to believe in the magic of fairy's. I was told that I was the Jasmine Fairy.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I cross stitched fairy's for the nursery. You know, nesting, eagerly anticipating the new arrival.I didn't get much time to do this after the birth.
During my second pregnancy, I picked up uncompleted cross stitches left over from my first pregnancy... Now was as good a time as any to make the time. Again I was eager to welcome the new arrival to my family.
Nina, was stillborn. So instead, we planted flowers at her grave, hoping the fairies would bless her and keep her company. I chose a hazel tree, which we will plant in December.
When I buried my daughter, we planted Snowdrops and Snakeshead Fratilleries.
For the plaque, we have an engraved outline of the above hazelnut fairy and the following poem by William Butler Yeats;
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
3 comments:
Hello, thanks for stopping by my blog. Here is a link to the Waterboys' version of The Stolen Child, which include Willie Yeats reading the poem:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg-oJKYIinQ
I am sorry for your loss.
Thank you for meeting on the blog.......I'll write you an email because i burried my husband 2 years ago also in felt made with my own hands..i'll stay here long and often!
hug
yvette
hello Jasmine
thank you for leaving a pebble in the forest of the feltsisters blog
blessings from afar
india
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