Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Outside my front door...

Just the one has come through and flowered.

I would have thought I'd be upset about that, but it feels kind of right.


This poem was written on the front of the order of service when we went to the communal ceremony at the west road. It made me sob.

The world may never notice

If a snowdrop doesn’t bloom,
Or even pause to wonder

If the petals fall too soon.
But every life that ever forms,

Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way

For all eternity


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Brooke said...

I love the poem.

Miss Ruby said...

beautiful poem that has truth in each of its words.