They are falling, slowly falling Thick up on the forest side, Severed from the noble branches Where they waved in beauteous pride. They are falling in the valleys Where the early violets spring, And the birds in sunny springtime First their dulcet music sing. They are falling, sadly falling Close beside our cottage door, Pale and faded like the loved ones That have gone for evermore. They are falling, and the sunbeams Shine in beauty soft around; Yet the faded leaves are falling, Falling on the grassy mound. They are falling, they are falling While our saddened thoughts still go To the sunny days of childhood In the dreamy long ago. And their faded hues remind us Of the blighted hopes and dreams, Faded like the falling leaflets Cast up on the iron streams. ― Falling Leaves, by J. H. Kurzenknabe.
Just an update, nothing poetic or profound. So many changes, so many losses, so many blessings. Since we lost Allie, I’ve also lost my father and then my mother. Mama was the last one of the three and that was two years ago. Daddy was a year before her. Or was it two years? Right after I lost Mama, I started a new job at a new school where I am very happy and feel very supported. Hubby’s job was going so great and then the company was bought out. Now he is floundering. We’ve added two new babies to the family, one from each sister. Oldest sister lived in Hawaii for a year and is trying to get her new home built. She is back in the state now, but renting a beautiful country home while she builds. Middle sister is maintaining her status quo. As I said, losses, changes, blessings. Yet the void Allie left remains a gaping wound.
