tisdag 29 januari 2013


Från Lillan i Cornwall ....


The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this--the last battle--can't be won.

You will be sad I understand
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When time comes,
please, let me go.

Take me to where to my needs they'll tend.
Only, stay with me till the end,
And hold me firm and speak to me
until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time you will agree
It's a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close--we two--these years.
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

(Author unknown)

Lillan i Cornwall

8 kommentarer:

Elisabet. sa...

Ja, en sak är ju säker .. när man får en sån här text, så har man tårkanalerna rensade för en bra tid framöver ,-)

Tack Lillan!

SoF sa...

Samma här...!!

♥ ♥ ♥

Monica i Lysekil sa...

Fantastiskt fin text!

Ulf sa...

Vacker text.

Eva i Tyresö sa...

Fantastisk vers som passade perfekt.

Biggan sa...

OJ OJ OJ...
men så vackert!
kram till dig Elisabet

Gerd sa...

Nu kom tårarna!
Kramar, Gerd

Elisabet. sa...

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