Darling, did you enjoy the hours when life deployed its love in flowers?
Soon Queen Ann’s Lace-graced hill and path
Will wear the chill of ill wind’s wrath
And thought will stray from splays of snow
To trace this place where gardens grow
Arise, arise, soon lullabies
Will snuff this flower-paradise
Soon have and hold will fill the tomb
Where gold-green-purple gardens bloom
Veiled tempest this; inhale, exhale
See how the morning mist grows pale
Ah, soon the boon of bud will sleep
Where gaiety of gardens sweep
Time’s hub of love and laughter metes
A world of sky-wide window-seats
We dare not dare to snub the thrill
Of thoroughfares where gardens spill
Darling, did you enjoy the hours
When life deployed its love in flow’rs?
Come, come, for soon its sum will blow
Across this plot where
gardens grow
© Janet Martin
Friends of ours bid their dear mother/grandmother farewell.
She was 105 years old!
Some flowers bloom longer than others but in the end earth's grave claims its due...
She was 105 years old!
Some flowers bloom longer than others but in the end earth's grave claims its due...
“There are three things that are never satisfied,
four that never say, ‘Enough!’:
four that never say, ‘Enough!’:
the grave,
the barren womb,
land, which is never satisfied with water,
and fire, which never says, ‘Enough!’
land, which is never satisfied with water,
and fire, which never says, ‘Enough!’
Prov.30:15-16
