If Death is Kind

    Perhaps if death is kind, and there can be returning,
    We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
    And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
    Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.

    We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
    And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
    Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
    We shall be happy, for the dead are free.

    ~Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

    RELATED ARTICLES

    Yours, Mine and Ours

    “Is that right, YOUR going to grow some tomatoes”. Now, knowing I am the official and only gardener of our grounds, this was an interesting desire on his part as we both know exactly how he was going to accomplish this effort.

    Leave a Reply

    Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *