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:
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
Thank you, Wendy. x
So sorry to hear this, Sue. I hope you are looking after yourself.
Thank you, Fiona. I'm finding that husbands, siblings, children, grandchildren and sunshine are the best medicine. And today it is sunny.
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