When I returned home last Sunday from a very soulful Quakers meeting on the campus of the University of Warwick where I made several new friends (I worked there in the Department of Statistics from 1972-1979 and was instrumental in the founding of the flagship MORSE degree in 1975) I discovered for the first time that my dear ex-wife is suffering from an advanced form of Alzheimer's. May the good Lord protect her. Here is an Ode we wrote to her in March 2017
OCTOBER 2022: Now I also have been diagnosed as cognitively impaired
ODE TO VALYA
by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
March
2017
As noble Valya in brave Harlech on her feather
bed reclines
Contemplating the waves of life, and the divine,
Tamiko in fair Embro like a Dumnonian stallion sits, and
reflects
On the half lifetime since the mighty Wisconsin wrench,
The marriage of '69 born in stress, lived in stress,
dissected in stress,
The evil aunt of the faceless faithless youth,
The next, confused lad, the one who did not walk away,
His threefold undiagnosed suffering that took the fabric
away;
Alas, that which even as yet must remain known but unsaid,
As images of rugby, and school-kid bullying, devour his once
blocked mind
The misdirected homophobia at Warwick which drove him out,
And destroyed his life and marriage beyond all doubt,
And yet, through the
generations of anguish God's vitality emerges:
Valya's valiant exploits the Economics of Russia to
progress,
Her brilliant teaching of Wulfrunian fame,
Tamiko's dark-comical, curtailed career
As he crass Bayesians towards practicality diverts,
Placid Hera's immersement in Capitalism to earn her bread,
Mercurial Sonya's contributions to medicine and the law,
Two fine sons-in-law who forbear,
Cheerful Charlie as he towards college with 11 GCSEs
progresses,
Mei Liang, Chinese Goddess of the Wirral, painstakingly does
study,
And from the spectrum, handsome Harry springs,
Ever ready to sprout his wings.
Alas, Tamiko by a lifetime of A.D.D. was debilitated,
And now he weeps in his tiny flat for the Thomas whose
Aspergers both destroys,
Stretches his hand to Harlech, and cries,
“Hail, gentle Valya. Your life, your family devotion,
your achievements,
I admire.'
“On the Norfolk Broads, in Tenby, and in Aberystwyth
did our life excel.'
“Let us now our next generations and their memories of
our erstwhile love
protect.'
“As the great
Larkin rightly says,
'What
survives of us is love.'”
The Queen and Castle Pub Kenilworth,. where I ate with a colleague from the University of Warwick last week
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