Today is another sad anniversary - seven months since my dear mother passed away. Mom, nothing is big enough to thank you for everything that you have done for me. I miss you so much and LOVE you forever! This poem is for you, my dear:
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.
~ William Shakespeare / Sonnet 18
Here's a link to musical version of this masterpiece, performed by David Gilmour:
http://youtu.be/S8Osse7w9fs.