Every Book Has Its Last Page - Ingrid Andrew RIP

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 finished ask in surprise, is that it?
Be sure to read each chapter and page, each line
Miss not the tears, the tales, worry and wit.

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…

Reference:

Cartys Poetry Journal, Feb 2010, “They Are Tearing Down the Mountains” (PDF)
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Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

What a lovely write true from the heart for a dear artist friend!

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This is a wonderful tribute, dear poet :)

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful, moving dedication. How it inspires my heart to know that beauty can last in the wonder of words, and the love and life of a poet's extravagant soul. Peace and comfort to all who loved her.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a really nice tribute to a writer whose memory and work will remain long after she has gone.

j.