Elegy For My Husband Comments

Not the blood running its wires of flame through the whole length Not the memories, the texts written in the language of the flat hills No, not the memories, the porch swing and the father crying.. a poem full of emotion and beautiful memories.. tony

Can one truly list all that a loved one meant? Not ever. Yet many must try. I too have tried. In –To Maurice – and in –Love’s Lament – also in a poem written to the tune of Danny Boy - O Dearest Love - I would be honored for you to read Adeline Foster