I tremble with gratitude
for my children and their children
who take pleasure in one another.
At our dinner together, the dead
enter and pass among us
in living love and in memory.
And so the young are taught
by Wendell Berry
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Beautiful poem; wonderful photograph! Thanks for sharing both of these Nancy.
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Jennifer
I LOVE this! Made my morning, thanks Nancy!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Thank you for sharing Nancy
ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant poem, and I really appreciate the lovely image that captures the essence of family so very well!
ReplyDeleteWhat a poem! I can so identify -- but I would never be able to word it so eloquently.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad all of you enjoyed this poem. I suppose it rings truer with family historians/genealogists than people not interested in family members who have passed away.
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