Remembering Lorna Colbert.
Great Mommas keep the world going round.
If you’re lucky enough to have a Hero for a Mother, watch this and appreciate her, all the more, and urgently.
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Relephant:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My morning week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight my talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Funeral Blues- W.H. Auden to the passing of his father.
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