Helen
Why do I think of pianos, food, and the good-hearted children you raised, Helen?
Summer, when you made sandwiches and juice the color of flowers. How little ones ran through your house and lilacs seemed everywhere, even in winter.
I never knew your dreams, knew the history of your story, felt your tears like water in my hands.
But I saw where you put your heart. How you put your labor in the earth, brought bread to the table, served everyone's need.
And when you talked to others, how I admired your goodness, the enormous sun of your generosity, the selfless purity of your love.
What a victory your life is! Everywhere your extraordinary family. I see lullabies and kindness. How the girl who played Mozart created compostiions of her own.
The content of a grateful husband, Children who keep open the doors of their hearts...because of you.
The pleasure of your company among friends, and matricarch for the young. A girl who loved and accepted her life, grew graceful with age, never rusted, and leaves nothing but sweetness remaining in our hearts.
Theodore Waterfield (The husband of Helen's cousin) 4/29/2005
Helen
Why do I think of pianos, food, and the good-hearted children you raised, Helen?
Summer, when you made sandwiches and juice the color of flowers. How little ones ran through your house and lilacs seemed everywhere, even in winter.
I never knew your dreams, knew the history of your story, felt your tears like water in my hands.
But I saw where you put your heart. How you put your labor in the earth, brought bread to the table, served everyone's need.
And when you talked to others, how I admired your goodness, the enormous sun of your generosity, the selfless purity of your love.
What a victory your life is! Everywhere your extraordinary family. I see lullabies and kindness. How the girl who played Mozart created compostiions of her own.
The content of a grateful husband, Children who keep open the doors of their hearts...because of you.
The pleasure of your company among friends, and matricarch for the young. A girl who loved and accepted her life, grew graceful with age, never rusted, and leaves nothing but sweetness remaining in our hearts.
Theodore Waterfield (The husband of Helen's cousin) 4/29/2005
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