We said good-bye to my Nana today. Scattered her ashes on Mount Rainier on Paradise Pass.
I found this in papers that my aunt gave to me after she passed, along with a picture of my grandfather from when we said good-bye to him, so I brought it with me to read before we scattered her ashes.
by Lizzie Clark Handy
Some time at eve when the tide is low,
I shall slip my mooring and sail away,
With no response to the friendly hail
Of kindred crafts in the busy bay.
In the silent hush of the twilight pale,
When the night stoops down to embrace the day,
And the voices call in the waters' flow—
Some time at eve when the tide is low,
I shall slip my mooring and sail away.
Through the purpling shadows that darkly trail,
O'er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea,
I shall fare me away, with a dip of the sail
And a ripple of waters to tell the tale
Of a lonely voyager, sailing away
To the Mystic Isles where at anchor lay
The crafts of thos who have sailed before
O'er the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.
A few who have watched me sail away
Will miss my craft from the busy bay;
Some friendly barks that were anchored near,
Some loving souls that my heart hold dear
In silent sorrow will drop a tear—
Bit I shall have peacefully furled my sail
In moorings sheltered from storm or gale,
And greeted the friends who have sailed before
O'er the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.
Sam Hillinger – January 5, 1922 to November 25, 2000
Margaret Hansen Hillinger – August 23, 1919 to May 25, 2010
4 comments :
Lovely poem. It sounds like today went well?
It did. Aside from a slight turn-around getting there, and my father taking us down the wrong side of the mountain on the way back... :P
Very very tired, though.
The poem is beautiful. They had something similar [but not quite as nice] in the funeral home books we looked thru for Dad's little cards.
I love this one. I'm glad today went well for you.
<3 Thanks, hon.
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