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
Dearest Sue,
ReplyDeleteI 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
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear this, Sue. I hope you are looking after yourself.
ReplyDeleteThank 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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