Hobbit Hole Witterings – Fortune Cookie

I know I am always saying it, I feel Gabbie with me. Well, last week that got a little bit heavy. We had a Chinese meal and as usual, we received a Fortune cookie instead of an after-dinner mint. All very normal right? I don’t eat the actual cookie thing, too much sugar for me but I cracked it open and this was my message – Sitting in silence with you.

Well, there’s nothing like being told what you already know is there! I could almost hear that teasy voice saying “Gotcha, made ya gobsmacked!” Honestly, if it is possible to laugh and cry at the same time – I did both. I have always been quick to find a snappy retort so to Gabbie catching me out and leaving me gobsmacked was her idea of fun. It is in these moments that I miss her too much yet feel her most.

That sounds a bit crazy, but I know what I mean.

Oh, hello dear gentle folk, I didn’t see thee there, good morrow to thee.

This week my meager offering is Sonnet 3 – that roguish half-faced clack-dish that calls himself a writer says I must stay in order. Poor boy, we cannot confound his little brain, I suppose. Sonnet 3, accompanied by Sir Patrick, it is then

Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live rememb’red not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

Thank you for reading