Oh teach me to see death, and not to fear, But rather to take truce; How often have I seen you at a bier, And there look fresh and spruce. You fragrant flowers then teach me that my breath Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death.
this verse here by 'henry king' reminds me of the beautiful and fragrant bouquet of flowers that arrived by courier to adorn my father's refrigerated coffin......
this verse here by 'henry king' reminds me of the beautiful and fragrant bouquet of flowers that arrived by courier to adorn my father's refrigerated coffin......
ReplyDeleteIronical - flowers are present at all occasions - births, birthdays, marriages, hospitalisations, valentine day, etc. and eventually after death ....
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