1916-2008
Marcelle C. Garland -- I loved her very much.
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older,
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
May all of you be so lucky to have a person in your life like my grandmother. She wasn't always easy, but she was truly delightful.
What a beautiful poem. Thanks very much for sharing.
Posted by: The Over-Thinker | February 01, 2008 at 02:53 PM
I'm so sorry about your grandmother, but how lucky you were to have her.
Posted by: hazelblackberry | February 03, 2008 at 08:41 PM