Hardy little flowers
Like to children poor,
Playing in their sturdy health
By their mother's door:
Purple with the north wind,
Yet alert and bold;
Fearing not and caring not,
Though they be a-cold.
Sometimes we see beautiful images, and sometimes we know beautiful people. Such a person was Richard who passed away earlier this week at the age of 56, of Early Onset Alzheimer's Disease. He had a cheerful smile for everyone, and that's how I remember him. When I came across this chalk drawing, I thought of him.
There was a crooked man
and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat
which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
in a crooked little house. Nursery Rhyme