We can't know why the lily has so brief a time to bloom
in the warmth of sunlight's kiss upon its face.

Before it folds its fragrance in
and bids the world good night to rest its beauty in a gentler place.

But we can know that nothing that is ever loved is ever really lost,
and no one who has ever really touched a heart can really pass away
because some beauty lingers on
in each memory of which they've been a part.

Author: Ellen Brenneman

Thursday, February 11, 2010

One month


You may be out of my sight, 
but never out of my mind. 
A day without you is like a day without sunshine, 
I miss you so much my little girl.

Posted by Eda at 12:24 AM
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