Yourself?

i'm sorry. a hug from me too. remember her, and remember her well. it's the past that buoys us along, the memories of better times that keeps us going. i don't know what to say; i've never lost anybody like that.
it's ironic, because at school today we were talking a lot about september 11th. i think i don't care for all this wallowing in self pity of an otherwise reasonably admirable nation. one mourns for the dead, and then one goes on living.
it's really a war poem, but this deals with going on..

For Johnny by John Pudney

Do not despair
For Johnny-head-in-air;
He sleeps as sound
As Johnny underground.

Fetch out no shroud
For Johnny-head -in-cloud;
And keep your tears
For him in after years.

Better by far
For Johnny-the-bright-star,
To keep your head,
And see his children fed.

posted by anne @ 5:54 am