My mother entered immortality sometime during last night. She was 90 and a strong, forthright, and upstanding woman to the very end. She will be forever missed.
"The Last Rose Of Summer"
'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem
Since the lovelies are sleeping, go sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead
So soon may I follow when friendships decay
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown
Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
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For Once, then, Something (by Robert Frost)
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
7 comments:
Oh my... I'm so sorry for your loss. She was very lucky to have such a faithful and attentive son like you to see to all her needs and wants.
Thank you very much Mark, your kind words mean a lot.
Oh my god! I come to this so late, I'm so sorry! But as Mark said and that I know for a fact, you were indeed a faithful and attentive son. So sorry for your loss.
I just read your blog entry. I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. She was very lucky to have such a loving, caring and attentive son. Especially in the last years of her life. Heartfelt hugs.
Thanks so much Maurice and Jim. Very much appreciated.
Jeff,
My condolences . . . she must have been an awesome mother to come up with you! It'll be hard for a while, but you had her for a very, very long time.
I will hoist one for her this evening.
Best
Nick
Thanks very much Nick! Much appreciated! :)
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