In Memory

Our little hour,—how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
How soon the fleeting minute dies,
Leaving us but a little while
To dream our dream, to sing our song,
To pick the fruit, to pluck the flower,
The Gods—They do not give us long,—
One little hour.

In loving memory of Ann Dixon.  A friend and mentor - sorely missed. With love from Timmy and me.

For Donna Maharan and all the victims of domestic violence.