by Amanda C Vesty | Jan 24, 2021 | Death, Poetry, Trees The Green Legacy
A poem by the seventh Dalai Lama “On each branch of the trees in my garden Hang clusters of fruit, swelling and ripe. In the end, not one piece will remain. My mind turns to thoughts of my death.” – Seventh Dalai Lama-
by Amanda C Vesty | Jan 12, 2021 | Children, Death, Grief, Poetry
A very beautiful heartbreaking and heart healing poem. Say Olin The time of concern is over. No longer am I asked how my wife is doing. Never is the name of our son mentioned to me. A curtain descends.The moment has passed. A life slips from frequent recall. There are...