devotion unveiled
the fisherman casts his line
his heart now possessed
curves carved in pleasure
chiseled spine traced by touch
love stripped to the bone
flaws etched precisely
he frees an internal scream
she opens her heart
her essence absorbed
two souls artistic beauty
a match written in stone
You starred as Batgirl and as the green babe in an episode of Star Trek.
You died of breast cancer and your fans and family's lives are a wreck.
Breast cancer is a big threat to women, it's what many have died of.
You entertained many people and because of that, you were loved.
In 1971, you starred in 'How To Frame A Figg' with Don Knotts.
You were very talented and many people appreciated that a lot.
I have an autographed photo of you as Batgirl and the book that you wrote.
You weren't alone when you suffered from breast cancer, many have been and are in the same boat.
[Dedicated to Yvonne Craig (1937-2015) who died on August 17, 2015.]
Written by Maurice Yvonne and Seren
Crack that whip, jerk the line,
Let's start dancing it's no time to dine.
First you holler, then you sing
All join hands and make a ring.
Now if you please circle wide,
spread right out like an old cow hide.
Feed the Hogs, brand the calf,
Swing your honey once and a half
Now you switch on the heel and toe
Come gals and cowboys, don't be slow.
Allemande left with the corner maid,
Meet your own and promenade.
Everybody swing and whirl
Swing 'round and 'round with your pretty little girl.
Do si do don't you know,
You can't grab a rabbit until there's a snow.
Bow to you partner and the corner miss,
To the opposite lady just blow a kiss.
Chicken in the bread pan scratching out gravel,
get your maid & away you travel.
Lassies to your seats and gents you foller
Thank the fiddler and kiss the caller
Dated 11 October 2014
At last I have found the one to love
You are the only I have
You give me a world so bright
because your love is right.
You are my star
And the love u give stick like tar
U are my joy, my pride
I happily want to make u my bride.
When I'm down u lift my spirit
because the love u shower has no limit
You are my right selection
Baby u are my satisfaction.
Ooh! My lovely charming Yvonne
happy I am only for me u were born
Deep in my honest heart u belong
I cross my hearty u I will never wrong
Could have been lost forever
Could have been left for gone
With all these thoughts of never
Never without Yvonne
Standing here today
I can hardly see
Drifting far away
Take me there with you
Now that I am all
Drifting far away
Away
I have an old photograph
It was taken at Wimbledon,
Long, long ago
It was of dear sweet Yvonne
And she was smiling at me
From an old discoloured print
Yvonne, cute and naive
She had such a sweet face
I recalled the day instantly
She had begged me to take her
I liked tennis, though not a huge fan
But I liked her more so I agreed
Suddenly I could smell her
And hear that infectious little giggle
And feel her touch on my skin
Her soft lips on mine
The memory of the day was so vivid
And of the days of unbridled passion that followed
When the wonders of her soft young body
Were yielded to me
Yvonne
Time was when my mother was
my best of all friends
but I lost her
I never got to know her
well enough
We seemed to miss the point
of making things better
for each other
I loved her
Time was when my mother was
when she kept my conscience
kept her love
through the trail of denial
when relations abandoned each other
in the bogs of damaged emotions
Time was when my mother was
when she spoke to me
“Don’t cry when I am gone, smile for me.
My son, I am for ever, for all eternity.
See me in the blossoms on the apple tree,
in the rain, in the stars, in the sea.
I am, even when you have forgotten me,
here for all eternity.”
Since she has gone
I have carried these words
still she keeps me conscious
and I have traveled so far
and moved so long
discovered so much
to be who I have become
and at last I am able to understand
Hello Mum
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