When that last grain of silt
slides down the concave of time,
Where will my love be..
will your hand rest in mine?
While watching From Time to Time (the film was adapted from The Chimneys of Green Knowe, a children’s book by Lucy M. Boston), I heard these words spoken by Granny Oldknow, and they struck a chord in my heart. I went on pixteller, & put these words to an image of two hands interwoven, which I came across on creative commons. Photo by Gustavo Medde, flickr.com/morgacito
Last week my father passed away in my arms, after a few years of incredible struggle, yet he always had the will to live life and fight on, despite all the odds.
This is hanging in my parents’ house.
My heart is broken, and I am lost for words, so for today, I play these songs for you, dad. I love you beyond..
The sands of time fall through the hourglass..
Every moment that passes
The end draws nearer
Than the distant cries of our birth
Fill your lungs with the warm breeze, breathe birdsong,
Cherish the memories made
The summer mornings spent as a young lass,
Rolling in the grass
Splashing through puddles,
As infinity gave chase
A wishing flower in the green grasses. Photo Credit: Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography (me)
Ramblings of a Mad Hatter 