Sunday, March 11, 2007

I was hoping to post something happy for my next post, but today I can't.

I've kept myself hellishly busy all day, trying to squash down feelings about the anniversary of the death of my beautiful, unique, funny... and so, so naughty sister... but finally it's got me, and so a small piece here just for her... for my jen jen.

When we played this in the church that day, I'll never forget the gasp and intake of breath that echoed round St Giles's... I don't know what they thought we'd play... and although I was given the job of choosing the song... I couldn't actually do it when it came to it. I had no idea what to play, and I remember just crumpling on the stairs sobbing when I tried to work it out. Sanna came to my rescue, then. She said we're gonna play this... and play it we did.

My two big world. They were hippies, they were flower girls... went to festivals, hitch hiked up and down the country, singing and playing, did the whole hippie scene...they lived the life. Me? I just tagged along when I was allowed... living in their shadow... the baby one.

Then I grew up and became jen's best friend... and we shared everything... holidayed together, worked together, ran a business together, lived so far in each other's pocket it was sometimes hard to tell where one ended and the other began... then one day she left me.

Just upped and went. And i'm still here..... trying to get by. Missing her not by the day, or by the week, but by the hour. by the minute.

Was she pretty? yes, ever so, did I love her? yes I did so.... whatcha doing jennifer, my love.....?

Jennifer Juniper lives upon the hill,
Jennifer Juniper, sitting very still.
Is she sleeping ? I don't think so.
Is she breathing ? Yes, very low.
Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love ?
Jennifer Juniper, rides a dappled mare,
Jennifer Juniper, lilacs in her hair.
Is she dreaming ? Yes, I think so.
Is she pretty ? Yes, ever so.
Whatcha doing, Jennifer, my love ?
I'm thinking of what it would be like if she loved me.
You know just lately this happy song it came along
And I like to somehow try and tell you.
Jennifer Juniper, hair of golden flax.
Jennifer Juniper longs for what she lacks.
Do you like her ? Yes, I do, Sir.
Would you love her ? Yes, I would, Sir.
Whatcha doing Jennifer, my love ?
Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper.
Jennifer Juniper vit sur la colline,
Jennifer Juniper assise trs tranquille.
Dort-elle ? Je ne crois pas.
Respire-t-elle ? Oui, mais tout bas.
Qu'est-ce que tu fais, Jenny mon amour ?
Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper, Jennifer Juniper


Caroline said...


Irene said...

huge Hugs for you Jakey.

Maria said...

It's always there isn't it lovie?

I love that song and I'm sure your sister was smiling when it played.

Be kind to yourself xxx

Anonymous said...

Huge {{{{hugs}}}}} to you Jake...I cannot pretend to know how you hurt...but, your sister sounds like a very special lady...a soul extension of yourself Hun....and I bet she watches over you with the same love that you shared when you were together...thinking of you Jake..

Anam_Kihaku said...

**huge hugs** my friend. sorry youa re hurting. I am glad you had someone to love so much.

Sprogpaws said...


Paula said...

I know how you feel, it was my mum's anniversary last week.
It sets the mind wandering to good times.
enjoy your memories even if there is some pain, she sounded VERY special.xx

Suzanne said...

Oh Jakey, I've just found some blog browsing time and you were the top of my list.

So sorry to hear of your pain. Sounds like you had a truly wonderful relationship and lots of wonderful memories to treasure.

scrapdolly said...

Haven't blog visited for over a week anywhere so only just catching up

what a beautiful tribute to your sister

belated ((((((hugs)))))

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