Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Memory of Someone Dear: A Poem

It's been the hardest day for me so far. I am looking forward to going back to libraryland tomorrow and moving on with living. I looked at all the wonderful cards that people have given me and I received a beautiful poem from my former pre-school teacher who knew Mom:
The memory of someone dear
Is like a thing of gold
That never dulls,
nor ever rusts,
nor grows the least bit old.
'Tis like a bit of sunshine
That fills an empty room,
Or like a lovely flower
That never fails to bloom.
The memory of someone dear
However long apart,
Is like a soothing melody
That lingers in the heart.

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