A Poem

This was sent to me by e-mail recently. A friend thought of me when she read the poem, and I was glad she did. I love it! 

Dear Anne, I've been reading through a book of poetry lately. I'm really not much of a poetry lover, but I had to tackle this book. It has been lingering on my bookshelves for a decade since my grandmother passed it to me. Just noticed on the flyleaf is pasted a card...the book is from my great-grandparents to my grandparents for their second anniversary. No idea my great-grands were so interested in poetry.

I thought of a few of my friends when I read "Song of a Quiet Life" - one being you! This poem is "me," how about you.....

Song of a Quiet Life

If I can find a loveliness

   In diamonds in the snow,

If I can hear a symphony

   Wherever tree-tops blow,

And if I'm dressed in cloth of gold

   While standing in the sun,

Should that not be quite wealth enough

   For me, or anyone?

If I can find a palace here

   Within four little rooms,

If warm spice cake and apple pie

   Are rarest of perfumes,

And best of all my husband is

   A prince in dungarees,

Am I a fool to be content

   With simple things like these?

                                  Marion Kilroy

My friend said that when she read it, she thought, "that's me". She then asked me, "How about you?". I can definitely say, "It's me too"!


So what d' ya reckon? Is it 'you'?