tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604990465653925540.post6948582447463399930..comments2023-04-03T09:34:37.841-04:00Comments on Romantoes: Beauty, decay, airRosemaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223441754197927551noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604990465653925540.post-84704274547927393392018-05-28T06:24:15.753-04:002018-05-28T06:24:15.753-04:00So beautiful, Rose. So beautiful, Rose. Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05577274295584935366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604990465653925540.post-78928674111378975352018-05-27T17:50:30.766-04:002018-05-27T17:50:30.766-04:00Beautiful, heartbreaking.
I take comfort in the r...Beautiful, heartbreaking. <br />I take comfort in the remainder of the poem which was the poem that Mom sent me when Terry was dying.<br /> “I come into the presence of still water.<br />And I feel above me the day-blind stars<br />waiting for their light. For a time<br />I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”<br />I love you my dear sister and as long as I have breath I will be here to Pamnoreply@blogger.com