Sunday, April 25, 2010

Since you Asked About the Island

You inquired if I am happy now.
I am, but yet, I weep often.
I’ve seen people, kind deeds and miracles,
Fade away, though I haven’t forgotten.

I find the more beauty I witness,
The more people and pets I befriend…
The higher the level of sorrow,
The larger the loss in the end.

1 comment:

  1. Where did you find these pictures? They are so moving and poetic.
    They remind me of a photo display at the Modern Art Museum in Fort Worth. This photographer photographed his wife and her 3 sisters once a year for about 30 years. The photos are in black and white. And as you walk down the display, you notice the subtle changes as they age.