Joy H.

“There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.

She is not dead,--the child of our affection,--
But gone unto that school
Where she no longer needs our poor protection,
And Christ himself doth rule.

Excerpt from the poem "Resignation" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Home, I whispered.
is where the river flows humming through the willows.
Home is milkweed in your hair,
with hemlock moss your pillows.
Home, if you could only know,
is anyplace I see you ---
it's in your heart
and from the start
I've known my home would be you.
FROM BOOK _ZAZOO_ , p.21, Chapter 3”
― Richard Mosher, Zazoo

“A TIDY SPELL"

I've just been through a tidy spell,
I tell you it's a verity,
I've sorted out the things to keep,
The things to give to charity.

I've sorted out my ties and belts,
I've sorted out my shirts,
I've sorted out my coats and slacks---
To part with some it hurts.

I've sorted out my shoes and socks,
I've sorted out my shorts,
I've sorted out so much, in fact,
That now I'm out of sorts.
-by Richard Armour”
― Richard Armour

“It's the love you had that matters, isn't it, not the pain.”
― robert lacey, Grace