Sunday, 11 September 2011

The Sunday Post



On such an anniversary there can be only one kind of poem.

If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do
something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you.

Mary Lee Hall

5 comments:

Jane said...

Perfect choice today Al. Poignant, but forward-looking. We've just been having a family chat about the importance of trying to make the most of every valuable day. Thanks for such a lovely poem.

Rebecca S. said...

I really like the sentiment behind that poem. As Jane said, poignant, but forward looking.

Alistair said...

Thanks girls - changed it twice!

dbs said...

Beautiful. It just reminded me to text my friend Will and wish him a happy birthday.

Alistair said...

dbs - that's good.

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