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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Loss

I cannot say and I will not say
That she is dead, she is just away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of hand...

She has wandered into an unknown land;
And left us dreaming how very fair
Its needs must be, since she lingers there.
 
And you-oh you, who the wildest yearn
From the old-time step and the glad return-
Think of her faring on, as dear
In the love of there, as the love of here
Think of her still the same way, I say;
She is not dead, sh
e is just away.
 
James Whitcomb Riley, American poet (1849 - 1916)
 
 
30 May 1952 - 11 August 2014