My mom, Eloise was a mother,
gardener, painter, cook, housekeeper, and a beautiful poet. The attached she had sent to
us after she died.
I think it is really all
encompassing.
Harry
To All of You
-- Love, Mom
Don’t grieve for me -- I’ve lived.
It has been fun.
Don’t grieve for me -- I’ve worked.
My work is done.
I’ve had my flowers, grasses, trees, sunrise and
sunsets -- all of these.
(Oh yes, I’ve had the birds and bees.)
The thunder, lightning, storms and seas.
I’ve lived and loved it all.
Why should you grieve?
I’ve had it all --the baby days.
The dogs, cats, confusing maze.
Of night time running into days,
And days of do’nt know "how" or "why".
Then more of "where" or "when" - but I have found
I coul’nt sit and cry.
Of all these things, I’ve had my memories
and time ti do the things I please.
I’ve lived and loved it all.
Why should you grieve?
Some things I’ve missed -- you’ve given me.
Through all your senses.
Eyes to see, the beauty of the foreign lands.
And through your ears, I’ve heard the distant beat
of distant surf on sands.
I’ve flown thru skies of blue and grey--
Above the cloudes and found another day.
I’ve lived and loved it all.
So please -- do’nt grieve.
Had I not found a life complete
With joy and tears and laughter, work and play,
The thrill of baby fingers in my hands.
The will to do all things within a plan.
And knowledge to accept all this given to me --
Then you might grieve.
But now the grief is mine for leaving you.
The last caresses, the farewell touch,
The kindly glance -- the severence.
Its all complete.
My only wish -- Remember me.
But do not grieve
Mrs Eloise Ann (Brooks) Dunn of Des Moines, Iowa
Feb, 1958