{"id":2425,"date":"2015-11-23T00:05:25","date_gmt":"2015-11-23T00:05:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2425"},"modified":"2015-11-23T00:06:46","modified_gmt":"2015-11-23T00:06:46","slug":"every-book-has-its-last-page","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/every-book-has-its-last-page\/","title":{"rendered":"Every Book Has Its Last Page"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dedicated to the memory of the late writer, artist and musician Ingrid Andrew…\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Every book has its last page
\nWhen turned, signifies the end
\nSuch is life, and its many chapters
\nWe turn the last page on our friend
\nBut life, unlike a look, its length we know not
\nWhen finished ask in surprise, is that it?
\nBe sure to read each chapter and page, each line
\nMiss not the tears, the tales, worry and wit.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>
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…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Reference:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cartys Poetry Journal, Feb 2010, “They Are Tearing Down the Mountains” (PDF)<\/a>
\nWordPress website<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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 …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[308,233],"tags":[2011,2544,2543,313],"class_list":["post-2425","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-obituaries","category-writers","tag-artist","tag-cartys-poetry-journal","tag-ingrid-andrew","tag-obituary","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-D7","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":758,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/obituary-ivor-hogg\/","url_meta":{"origin":2425,"position":0},"title":"Obituary – Ivor Hogg","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"26th September 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"The passing has happened lately of writer Ivor Hogg. 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