November 23, 2019

Our mother has died. We are left with such a gaping hole in our lives. She wanted to be remembered with this poem.

When I have fears, as Keats had fears
Of the moment I’ll cease to be
I console myself with vanished years
Remembered laughter, remembered tears
And the peace of the changing sea

When I feel sad, as Keats felt sad
That my life is nearly done
It gives me comfort to dwell upon
Remembered friends who are dead and gone
And the jokes we had and the fun

How happy they are, I cannot know
But happy am I who loved them so

Noel Coward