In memory of Megan Biddle
Whilst we live, you are immortal;
Apart from us but a part of us for ever more.
To you minutes and hours take no toll,
But march on us, unwanted and unasked for.
Like a flower pressed between
Two perfect sheets of glass and frozen;
You are free of time and yet trapped within,
An image of youth unbroken.
Unconcernedly the world keeps spinning,
Pulling us further and further from you;
It cannot erase what once had meaning,
But takes from us what we never knew.
Grey hairs will never leave their trace,
Although years dispense us this aging gift;
Wrinkles will never crease your face,
But fold in ours the dates you missed.
And when we are blurred, and fade away,
And are extinguished one-by-one,
Your memory will burn bright until the day,
That final flickering image too is gone.
When we too are liberated from our time,
Then you shall move from this eternity into the next;
Today’s sorrow will be redefined,
And we shall be reunited for all the rest.
On Monday I received the terribly sad news of the death of my parent’s neighbour, Megan. Megan was an eighteen year old woman I had known since she was a little girl. Her mother used to babysit for me and my brothers when we were small and when they moved next door to my parents house some years later I had the opportunity to babysit Megan and her brother Jack. It had amused me to think maybe someday she would babysit my children.
I knew Megan as a happy girl, full of love and life and laughter, like her whole family. Whilst I did not know Megan well as a young woman, having moved away by this point, I never saw her without a smile on her face and believe she grew up in the same spirit of happy adventure I knew when she was younger. It is overwhelmingly sad to think that she is no longer with us and I cannot imagine what her friends and family are suffering.
Her friends have organised a paypal collection to raise money for a commemorative bench, festival-style bands to remember Megan and for anything remaining to go to a charity Megan would have liked.
If anyone would like to donate you can do so through Paypal to the email address:
11 thoughts on “An Image of Youth Unbroken”
Oh how sad. So young. Your poem was a lovely tribute.
Beautiful words and thoughts. Thank you, precious daughter.
Thank you for your poem Briony – Thame is reeling with the loss of Megan, with whom there was never a dull moment
What a lovely poem! I can always tell a good poem because I have to read it out loud to myself 🙂 It’s hard to believe the news about Megan – it’s so very sad.
Thank you, I always like to read poetry out loud as well. I know, it’s so hard to accept she’s gone.
That’s s beautiful poem to commemorate such a sad loss of life. Xx
What a lovely poem!
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Wise words! Thanks for the comment although I think it probably should have gone with this post https://fearofthereaper.com/2015/03/02/ten-reasons-not-to-diet/ – sorry commenting option on my site isn’t the clearest!
Yup, that was the post I was aiming for, hahaha.