Miss Robin Gerber with love
Posted by MG (+105) 11 years ago
Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the School, where Children strove
At recess in the ring
We passed the fields of gazing grain
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us
The dews drew quivering and chill
For only Gossamer, my gown
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the GROUND
The roof was scarcely visible
The cornice in the ground.

Since then 'tis centuries and yet
Feels shorter than the DAY
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Posted by Denise Selk (+1670) 11 years ago
Posted by Gene Larson (+271) 11 years ago
If I may add:

Oh, Robin, gone so far away,
Why are you not still here?
Enriching those of us who are,
To spend another year?

For us who've spent those years of days,
Through your carefully-guided instructions,
We've enjoyed your teaching, your staging ways
From your learning and production.

That you should leave so suddenly
And from us did depart,
You remain with us so lovingly
Within our saddened heart.

You know now, as we will find
Through life's deep mystery,
That you've left something great behind,
To our City's, and our history!
Posted by Tucker Bolton (+3677) 11 years ago
Our Goddesses passing has stirred the peasantry to wax poetic. This alone speaks volumes to the woman that walked amongst us and graced us with her warm smile and regal wave.
Posted by A.Voice (+63) 11 years ago
Though here at Journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep.
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars forever dwell.
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
Posted by Steve Craddock (+2732) 11 years ago
[c]While History's Muse
by Thomas Moore[c]

While History's Muse the memorial was keeping
Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves,
Beside her the Genius of Erin stood weeping,
For hers was the story that blotted the leaves.
But oh! how the tear in her eyelids grew bright,
When, after whole pages of sorrow and shame,
She saw History write,
With a pencil of light
That illumed the whole volume, her Wellington's name.

"Yet still the last crown of thy toils is remaining,
The grandest, the purest, even thou hast yet known;
Though proud was thy task, other nations unchaining,
Far prouder to heal the deep wounds of thy own.
At the foot of that throne, for whose weal thou hast stood,
Go, plead for the land that first cradled thy fame,
And, bright o'er the flood
Of her tears, and her blood,
Let the rainbow of Hope be her Wellington's name."
Posted by Kender Beeler (+67) 11 years ago
Your smile, your laughter
-Only a memory.
Your voice, your personality
-Only a memory.

Sometimes people mention your name.
Some just keep quiet.
But no matter what is or isn't said.
You're always on someone's mind.

It seems like only yesterday,
You were by all our side.

We can only think of who you'd be,
To us, you only remain a memory.

It's been a few days since you've been gone.
For your friends and family, things just aren't the same.
It still doesn't seem real.

If love could have saved you,
You'd still be here today.
The love we hold for you,
Will never change.

As you lay in a still rest,
God broke our hearts to prove he took the best.
Everything you did, everything you were.
It's only a memory.