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Saturday, November 13, 2010

Who will....

and what shall happen
to my body when I die
to the space I now fill
here on this earth
who will take my steps
across green grassy fields
or jump limestone rocks
at the top of Anlabee's hill
who will walk again
the never wearying path
along Neill's water edge
my childhood summer
pilgrimage to
my sacred monument
at the far shore
who will remember
to do these things
when I am gone
who will care
for those I love.

TK xx


  1. Lovely wistful words Tiffany. I really like this poem.

  2. How poignant, and slightly melancholy which makes it all the more profound...thank you for sharing your beauty with us!

    Much love,

  3. For me, it is "who will love my knitting needles, when I am no longer here ..."


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