It's coming up to one year since Annie's death, and I wrote this in memory of her...
(in memory of Annie)
Such joy, such wonder, sweetest sound,
That every day, for me,
I wake again, alive, self found,
With gratitude, I see;
My failing heart taught me - not fear,
And seldom have I grieved;
How precious did my life appear,
And how much I perceived!
Through poor esteem, a pattern snares,
I nearly did succumb,
Yet gratitude comes when hope seems far,
And beats a different drum
My love is good, each day for me,
Although there are no cures,
I seek no more than just to be,
As long as life endures.
Yet when my beating heart shall fail,
And light of life shall cease,
I know that to my best, I did prevail,
And gently rest in peace
What is there now that death can show?
But that joy came to shine,
Despite a breathlessness made low,
Before I drank dark wine
When I've been gone ten thousand years,
And memories are there none,
My ashes still the winds will raise,
Beneath the shining sun.
André Maurois knew the problem - Maurois was a quotable French author of the early 20th century. One quote of his that came very much to mind on a couple of occassions last week is (in...
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