For Becky and Blue Slushies Everywhere

My sweet friend Becky has just gone into surgery for breast cancer. It’s a strange experience (but not my first with cancer and a loved one). Becky is a bright, loving and creative soul who is so grounded in spiritual and humanitarian things. She has just finished a lovely novel about an “ugly” fairy and the perils of convenience store slushies. She just got into a new job in a great metropolitan town and a new apartment. Having all this happen to her is tuff.

I wanted a nice poem to go with the painting that I’m posting. I wanted a poem and lovely art for my lovely friend Becky – This painting by Rossetti looks so much like my Dear Becky and the poem is actually the song “the Last Unicorn” because my friend is as rare and as majestic as the unicorn.



When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountains.
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain.
In the shadow of the forest,
Though she may be old and worn,
They will stare unbelieving
At the last unicorn.

When the first breath of winter
Through the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north,
And a pale moon is rising.

And it seems like all is dying,
And would leave the world to mourn,
In the distance, hear the laughter
Of the last unicorn.

I'm alive!
I'm alive!

When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning.
And the future has past,
Without even a last desperate warning.
Then looking to the sky where
Through the clouds, a path is formed
You can see her
How she sparkles!
It's the last unicorn!