Bluebell's Mum
Warren Scout
Have lit a candle
I will be lighting a candle for Andrea and another site that we both belonged to are also doing this as the same time
One of her friends on this site has posted this and I felt that others would love to read this
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and somebody at my side says 'she is gone'
Gone where?
Gone from sight, that is all.
She is just as large now as when I last saw her.
Her diminishing size and total loss from sight is in me, not in her.
And just for that moment when someone at my side says 'she is gone', there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take up a glad shout 'there she comes'.
That is what death is.
A horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Not, how did she die, but how did she live?
Not, what did she gain, but what did she give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a woman as a woman, regardless of birth.
Not what was her church, nor what was her creed?
But had she befriended those really in need?
Was she ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when she passed away?
Anon
Not, how did she die, but how did she live?
Not, what did she gain, but what did she give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a woman as a woman, regardless of birth.
Not what was her church, nor what was her creed?
But had she befriended those really in need?
Was she ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when she passed away?
Anon