Polly and William in their magical palm forest.
Well, just because it is so beautiful and because many of you love poetry, mama wanted me to put this poem in my blog today, and then we will all move on, with sweet thoughts of Polly alongside us whenever we want them.
TO PAULA IN LATE SPRING by W.S. Merwin
Let me imagine that we will come again
when we want to and it will be spring
we will be no older than we ever were
the worn griefs will have eased like the early cloud
through which the morning slowly comes to itself
and the ancient defenses against the dead
will be done with and left to the dead at last
the light will be as it is now in the garden that we have made here
these years together of our long evenings and astonishment
And I am so sad for Socks from ATCAD. I read his post every day to know about his life. I will miss Socks so much…