here’s a poem from my great-grandmother Alice. i just really liked this for today. comes from her book of poetry, Where Children Live (1958).
Such Lovely Things
Close to my heart, when I am old,
Such lovely things I’ll have and hold…
Sunlight dancing through the leaves…
The sound of doves in weathered eaves…
Purple lilacs in the rain…
Meadow flowers, waving grain…
A yellow moon, shining bright…
A single star in the night…
A redbird’s call, oriole’s song,
To echo through my whole live long…
Such lovely things I’ll have and hold
Close to my heart… when I am old.
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