For my Mum , 1936-1999
Dec. 14th, 2002 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boodieDearest Mum, three years ago today you decided that life wasn't worth the struggle to hold on, the pain was too much for you to cope with, and you were just so tired. I wasn't with you when you died, but a part of me died with you when you went, I miss you so much, there hasn't been a single day this past three years that I haven't missed your care, your love and your guidance, I am lonely without you, I love you.
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and sliver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
(c) Bilbo Baggins (via JRR Tolkien)
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and sliver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
(c) Bilbo Baggins (via JRR Tolkien)
