Margaret M. GOLDBERG

Shortly before Grandma passed, I found a book of Robert Frost's poetry at her house. Aunt Meg reminded me of a poem I had learned as a child.

"Nothing Gold can Stay"
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow.

Warm Summer Sun

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

By Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
The Poetry Foundation