Soon, I will fly away....
This was drawn especially for my Grandfather when he was pretty poorly and very much on my mind.
May you live every day of your life."
Updated: My Grandfather ...now 96 ... he made it! 22 May, 2005.
Further update - he died today 20th October 2005. The bird has flown.
In Memoriam - My Grandfather, 96
"At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping,
I fly the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remembered, even in the sky.
Then I sing the wild song ’twas once such pleasure to hear
When our voices commingling breathed, like one, on the ear;
And, as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls,
I think, oh, my love! ’tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls,
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear."
~ Thomas Moore ~
...For Nana and Papa, whose marriage lasted 70 years...
Copyright - Lynn Morag