Three years. Three
years today since Girly Girl tore open the heart I had given her to hold for
me. I had plans to try and write
something this year that was more upbeat and focused more on the gifts she gave
me instead of the intense grief that I still feel even now. But unfortunately for us all, 3 years does
not seem to have been enough time to form a scab or scar tissue. It’s still way too raw.
Instead I will leave you with a poem that has always made me
think of my girl and the first line of which inspired one of her nicknames:
The Tiger
by William Blake
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
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In the forests of the night,
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What immortal hand or eye
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Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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In what distant deeps or skies
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Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
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On what wings dare he aspire?
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What the hand dare seize the fire?
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And what shoulder and what art
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Could twist the sinews of thy
heart?
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And when thy heart began to beat,
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What dread hand and what dread
feet?
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What the hammer? what the chain?
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In what furnace was thy brain?
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What the anvil? What dread grasp
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Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
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When the stars threw down their
spears,
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And water'd heaven with their
tears,
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Did He smile His work to see?
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Did He who made the lamb make
thee?
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright
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In the forests of the night,
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What immortal hand or eye
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Dare frame thy
fearful symmetry?
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I miss you tiger.
2/15/03-10/12/10
