Epitaph . . . for your birthday
Epitaphby Merrit Malloy When I dieGive what’s left of me awayTo childrenAnd old men that wait to die.And if you …
Epitaphby Merrit Malloy When I dieGive what’s left of me awayTo childrenAnd old men that wait to die.And if you …
The girl with her head in the clouds should never have doubted the man who kept her feet on the ground too. Not for a second.
All that’s left of him now is love – to give away. I am walking on air.
“The Forge” by Seamus Heaney (1969) All I know is a door into the dark. Outside, old axles and iron …
I think I said that grief is passive. It creeps over you in those famous waves, you know, whereas mourning …