Monday, 31 July 2017

Nita Eileen

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. 

Mum passed away on the 23rd April, in her 90th year.
Daily it seems that everything is still the same, but everything is different.

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