Friday, October 31, 2008

My mother

My mother has died.

Most near, most dear, most loved... She is a procession no-one can follow after But be like a little dog following a brass band.

(from George Barker's Sonnet to my Mother)

Our life is love and peace and tenderness; and bearing one with another, and forgiving one another, and not laying accusations one against another; but praying one for another, and helping one another up with a tender hand.

Isaac Penington, 1667

4 comments:

Wendy said...

Dearest Sue,
I am so sorry to hear about the loss of your beloved mother. My heart goes out to you and your family. Thank you for sharing such a stunningly powerful poem with us.

(not that) Wendy

Sue Hepworth said...

Thank you, Wendy. x

Fiona Robyn said...

So sorry to hear this, Sue. I hope you are looking after yourself.

Sue Hepworth said...

Thank you, Fiona. I'm finding that husbands, siblings, children, grandchildren and sunshine are the best medicine. And today it is sunny.