pinning a note on the wall – artillery takes my loved one away again
Quote of the day.
“All in all, Russia has shot itself in both feet, the balls, and finally in the head.”
And something to remember:
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it–always.”
I speak low lest my love evaporates before e’en kissed by your infant’s breath, and beg before day’s whispered hush ascends to nightfall; small child, look at me one last time before you crawl away as slow as time roams vast.
Too soon, tomorrow’s branches laced with the chirp of sweet song will bow to cradle this dear life – and since time nor death show mercy – warm arms shall send him safely unto a strange, beatific world, where all will be waiting