The poem below (Ben Jonson) always brings Lara to mind - she was like an angel - sent to bring joy and love. Always so thoughful, giving, loving and sweet - all my memories of her are positive - and her sudden loss thus almost beyond comprehension. Though her life was cruelly cut short, what she brought to the lives of those around her was so much more, and will never be forgotten. In loving memory, (Aunty) Michelle
'It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make men better be,
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere;
A lily of a day ‘is fairer far in May’.
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light,
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures,
Life may perfect be'
michelle
10th June 2021