Every Book Has Its Last Page

Dedicated to the memory of the late writer, artist and musician Ingrid Andrew…

Every book has its last page
When turned, signifies the end
Such is life, and its many chapters
We turn the last page on our friend
But life, unlike a look, its length we know not
When finished ask in surprise, is that it?
Be sure to read each chapter and page, each line
Miss not the tears, the tales, worry and wit.

The late Ingrid Andrew. We published her verse "They Are Tearing Down the Mountains" in Cartys Poetry Journal a few years aback along with some artwork, if I remember correct... always sad to hear of someones passing, but heartning to see the tributes on their wall...
The late Ingrid Andrew. We published her verse “They Are Tearing Down the Mountains” in Cartys Poetry Journal a few years aback along with some artwork, if I remember correct… always sad to hear of someones passing, but heartening to see the tributes on their wall…

Reference:

Cartys Poetry Journal, Feb 2010, “They Are Tearing Down the Mountains” (PDF)
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