Thursday, 25 April 2013



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!!!


  1. That is a lovely way to look at a soul's passing Virginia. Hugs.

    1. Thanks GB, her memory is with me always.


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