A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam...
And for a brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world
But then it flies again, and though we wish it could have stayed...
We feel lucky to have seen it.
Author Unknown
6th February 2011
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland