Tuesday, October 19

Mourning for Nana

This blog is temporarily shut down as we mourn the passing of the World's Best Nana, Margaret Furman. -
Heart not so heavy as mine,
Wending late home,
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune -
A carless snatch,
a ballad,
A ditty of the street;
Yet to my irritated ear
An anodyne so sweet,
It was as if a bobolink,
Sauntering this way,
Carolled and mused
And carolled
Then bubbled slow away.
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a toilsome way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
Night will come again,
Weary, perhaps, and sore.
Ah, bugle, by my window,
I pray you stroll once more!
~ Emily Dickinson


Anonymous said...

Beautiful tribute to your Nana...Rest In Peace, Margaret Furman.

Anonymous said...

Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. I can tell from your posts how special your nana was to all of you.

Lynn West & Family

~Connie said...

Once again, well done.