Away
I cannot say and I will not say That she is dead, she is just away. With a cheery smile and a wave of hand She has wandered into an unknown land; And left us dreaming how very fair Its needs must be, since she lingers there.
And you-oh you, who the wildest yearn From the old-time step and the glad return- Think of her faring on, as dear In the love of there, as the love of here Think of her still the same way, I say; She is not dead, she is just away.
James Whitcomb Riley, American poet (1849 - 1916)
Happy 84th Birthday Mum!!!
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That is a lovely way to look at a soul's passing Virginia. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteThanks GB, her memory is with me always.
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