Wednesday, 15 June 2011

This post is dedicated to my Auntie Theresa Mary Moir.

Remember me when I am gone away,

gone far away into the silent land;

My Auntie with her silvery blonde hair before
she was afflicted with cancer
when you can no more hold me by the hand,

nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

you tell me of our future that you planned:

only remember me; you understand

it will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

and afterwards remember, do not grieve:

for if the darkness and corruption leave

a vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

better by far you should forget and smile

than that you should remember and be sad.

--Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

My lovely Auntie on her birthday in May 2011


Moonroot said...

So sorry to hear about the l oss of your Auntie. Life can be so unfair sometimes, and you seem to be having more than your fair share of loss ATM. *hugs*

Order and Chaos said...

Thank you xxxxxxx