I taste the word slowly
Like the long last tolling of a bell
For it seems I am unready
To say farewell
I touch the word softly
Swift through the heart seasons fell
Leading to the unrehearsed sorrow
Of fond farewell
I test the word bravely
Stunned by how two syllables
Can stir a lifetime of memories
© Janet Martin
Someone asked me today if I'm sad because this is my last school picnic.
(Victoria, our youngest daughter graduates Gr.8 next week and we will bid farewell to the school-family that has been part of our lives for 18 years!)
While I have always known this is the natural order of things, the 'best wishes' that began today caught me off-guard as I began to realize how much-loved these teachers are and how much-missed they will be!
This song above has been going around in my head as I painted the bathroom this evening.
(the plumber came in to change taps on an old pedestal sink that has been here as long as the house so he had to remove the sink from the wall to install the taps which resulted in a wall needing a bit of repair which resulted in the wall needing paint which resulted in an unexpected chore this evening;)
I was going to post a few pics but the internet is too slow...if it doesn't change I might need to quit blogging. It is a severe test of patience to post...