This is an excerpt from a poem…
“To Keep the Memory of Charlotte Forten Grimké”
Where has she gone? And who is there to say?
But this we know: her gentle spirit moves
And is where beauty never wanes,
Perchance by other streams, mid other groves;
And to us there, ah! she remains
A lovely memory
She came, she loved, and then she went away.
~ by Angelina Weld Grimké
One thought on “A Gentle Spirit”
Yes my darling. “He came. He loved. And then He went away.
” How powerful is the presence of his absence. The rooms were quiet when he was resident. But now they lie silent. That is different.”
You find and send poetry that is a balm you my heart and soul. Mom
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