Lighting a candle

The last strand of a frayed rope has broken. We arrive back around 8.30 pm and I visited my mother and received the expected phone call in the early hours. Today has been a day of admin, phone calls etc but it is no bad thing to keep busy. I shall remember her best by this previous journal image. My sister blipped a poem my mother had had the foresight to include with her will. I will reblip it here and might even put it with my own will!

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar. (1889)

Alfred Lord Tennyson