My favourite poems

These are some of my favourite poems - the first two of which were read at my wedding in December 2003 by my friend and great actor Geoffrey Harris.  Geoffrey tragically lost his brave fight against cancer in December 2004 - he is greatly missed 


photo of Jacqueline seated



by Ralph Waldo Emerson

To laugh often and much

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends

To appreciate beauty

To find the best in others

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch,
or a redeemed social condition

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived

This is to have succeeded.

Come with Me

by Fran Landesman (

Come with me, go with me,
burn with me, glow with me,
Write me a sonnet or two;
Sleep with me, wake with me,
Give with me, take with me,
Love me the way I love you.
Let me get high with you,
Laugh with you, cry with you,
Be with you when I am blue;
Rest with you, fight with you
Day with you, night with you
Love me whatever I do.
Work with me, play with me
Run with me, stay with me
Make me your partner in crime;
Handle me, fondle me,
Cradle me tenderly
Say I'm your reason and rhyme.
Pray with me, sin with me,
Lose with me, win with me,
Love me with all of my scars;
Rise with me, fall with me
Hide from it all with me
Nothing is mine now, it's ours.

Not exactly a poem; but maybe poetic.............

"Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did; backwards and in high heels" (source unknown)



YOUTH is not a time of is the freshness of the deep springs of life

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years.  People grow old by deserting their ideals.....

Whether sixty or sixteen, every human being may experience wonder, ...the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing, childlike appetite for the future, the joy in living.

For you are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your despair.

As long as your heart receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage, and power from God and your fellow men, you are young.

a poem by by Helen Steiner Rice

There are two days about
which nobody should ever worry ..
and these are yesterday
and tomorrow.

So, with only today to cope with,
the burden becomes lighter ...
for nobody ever stumbled
under the burden of today.
It is only when
they add yesterdays and tomorrows
to the load they are carrying,
that it becomes unbearable.

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