Friday, February 21, 2014

the love

Don't you find that knowing who a poet wrote something for makes the words even more powerful?
Robert Louis Stevenson wrote,
'But time which none can bind
While flowing fast away
leaves love behind.'
He wrote it for his cousins.
He remembered all the games they had played as children.
The make believe.
The adventures.
And now as adults, they sat together before the fire and he remembered and was thankful.
I tried to read those lines aloud to my mother but didn't do very well.
I got through the part about time, and felt my voice tightening as I read about it flowing fast away, but it was the love that made me cry.

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