Donna Earle

It is with great sadness that the family of the late Donna Earle, age 69 years, of Boyd’s Cove, NL announce her sudden, unexpected passing at her residence on Saturday, March 29, 2025.

She is predeceased by her parents Donald & Shirley, daughter Heather, brothers-in-law Boyd, Michael and Brian (Laura).

Left with fond and loving memories are her partner James, siblings Brian (Kevil), Elizabeth, Katherine (Dennis), Stephen, sisters-in-law Helen, Beth (Cyril), Marg (Wayne), Theresa as well as a large number of nieces, nephews and extended family and friends.

Resting at New World Island Funeral Home, Summerford, NL. Visitation & funeral service will remain private.

Donations in Donna's memory may be given to the FSAR Feral Soul Animal Rescue, (Formerly Boyd's Cove TNR Project).

 

"A talented and original poet, Donna always said that the words were always in her head and just waiting to be set free to paper.  These are two of our favourites:"

 

Elsie Grey....by Donna Earle...

It is bedtime for me

I can plainly see,

I am tired of this day,

make it go away...

I have made my bread,

and the cats I fed,

and a neighbour I went to see...

as I walked down the road

I nearly stepped on a toad

but I never,

it still lives, and is free.

I cleaned my house,

inside and out,

cobwebs were gone in a flash..

I stopped for my lunch

just something to munch,

so I just had leftover hash.

I then had a nap

me and my cat,

as the sun cast shadows and light,

I dreamt of someone

who's love I had won,

and I cried in my sleep

at the sight.

Why is it dreams

make every joy gleam

like nothing on earth ever can?

Every love it is brighter,

and sadness is sadder,

I really don't understand.

Any way it's my bedtime,

and off up the stairs

go I and my cat and some tea,

I place my grey dress

on a chair by the door

and crawl under the covers with glee.

I un-pin my hair

what a relief,

and take a sweet sip of my tea...

the window is open,

the angels have spoken,

"sweetest dreams"

they whisper to me.

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Country Bride...by Donna Earle

 

She slipped on the dress on a flower day,

she smiled in the mirror

the month was May..

Her skins was warm and smooth as silk,

her face was pale,

like honey and milk,

 

Her bedroom was hot,

and smelled of dreams,

and linen and muslin,

and wooden beams,

The church was waiting,

her mother cried,

all the while

something died.

 

She touched her lips,

a phantom kiss,

picked up her bouquet

of lavender mist.

Walked to the church

on a gravel road,

all around her

the sun burned gold.

 

The church was hushed

with summer and love

with neighbours and strangers...

she twisted her gloves.

Country bride,

put a smile on now,

pretend and go forward,

there are fields to plough.