Wednesday, June 13, 2007


Mother,this is how I think of Grand Dad, Serina says.

Sonnet 18
by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


Pilot Mom said...

I remember one of my grandmothers best with her Bible open on her bedside table with her glasses laying on her open Bible, and her devotional book beside her Bible. Her rocking chair was next to her bedside table and was so comfortable and inviting. I also remember her whistling or singing hymns as she did her housework. She was a born homemaker. :)

Aren't memories wonderful?

Terry said...

Dear Felisol, I never heard this sonnet before.
It is so nice and a real dedication to her grand father.
The special days like Fathers Day and his birthday and anniversary and especially Christmas are going to be so hard for you all.
It is certain that he has left a giant space in your lives.
Everybody is still praying for you Felisol...
Have a great are almost there, eh?
It is nine o'clock in the evening here....Love Terry