Monday, February 28, 2011

More of Honey's poetry

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A little more tired at close of day
A little less anxious to have our way
A little less ready to scold and blame
A little more care for a brother's name
And so we are nearing the journey's end
Where time and eternity meet and blend
The book is closed and prayers are said
And we are a part of the countless dead
Thrice happy there if some soul can say,
"I live because she has passed this way."

This sounds a little morbid, but I have a feeling it was written soon after my grandfather died.  I'm reading her journals.  She was pretty sad for a long while.  She wrote that she didn't want to let anyone know how sad she was because she didn't want to make them sad.  I know how she feels about this.

I can honestly say that I do live because she passed this way, and not just because she was my grandmother, but because she was my role model, mentor, teacher of sewing, and a great and real Southern Lady!


  1. I am loving the snippets you are sharing with us of the journals Julia- thank you so much for sharing ♥

  2. How beautiful that you have your grandmother's poetry and journals. It's a special legacy in itself. I think it's rare for women back then to write in journals and share all their thoughts. I know I've never been brave enough to put my innermost thoughts down! Thanks for stopping by, it was great to hear from you again and have a terrific week!