Evanescent Posted February 17, 2016 Share Posted February 17, 2016 (edited) When my grandmother died after her chemo failed, I used to bake whenever I felt sad. It's something we used to do together, and now it helps me cherish those moments we shared together. My condolences, and heartfelt sympathy for your loss. One day The seed that is, today, Buried Will flower Will bear fruit And one day, browning, wilt and die. But that brown Will be the brown Of a life well lived Weathered with storms Yet washed anew with dew When dawn came. Yet also a brown A mournful brown Of regret For what life, once lived Once loved, once filled With joy, can go out, and in sleep's embrace rest Without a wistful tinge For what was not, yet could have been? Edited February 17, 2016 by Evanescent Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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