Wish I was there . .
My passport is ready and I can be packed in minutes.

23 March 2009

Rest Now.

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!"--"Death," I said, But, there,
The silver answer rang, "Not Death, but Love."

- Not Death But Love

Elizabeth Browning

Rest now Gram. I love you and I'll miss you.


jen said...

Oh Hexe, I'm so sorry. What a beautiful poem.

RennyBA said...

What a beautiful contribution - so sorry for your loss!

Sunshine said...

So Sorry! Grandmas are precious.