William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

I know this is a love sonnet, usually saved for romantic love, but my heart is filled with love for my dear mother today. She is in the hospital and she will be having a procedure at 7:00 p.m.

My mother has been the model of loyalty and faithful love, and it is an honor to be with her in this season of life. Right to the edge of doom, Mama.

As dear Miz Booshay says, "Love you. Mean It!!!"


Patricia said…
You've made me cry. I will be praying.
stephseef said…
is there internet at the hospital? wireless?
stephseef said…
oh, di, that photo....

i am sitting here with you - 10.29 my time - in vigil, prayer, and watchful waiting. my dear Crescent has chemo #5 tomorrow so I have much and many for whom to pray tonight. I keep thinking of 2 things -

Mercy in the wilderness [which is stolen from a Steve Camp song from like 1990]

and 'He will give His angels charge over Thee, to guard thee in all thy ways'

one of my last remaining KJV's. :)

all is love.
Quotidian Life said…
Thank you for sharing such beauty, Diane. I'm praying for your family.
Islandsparrow said…
What a comfort you must be to your sweet mom.

Praying through Ps 121 with her, and you, in mind.

Sending love,

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