I was going to post the tribute to Marilyn I wrote years ago but thought ‘The Dash” would be something she would have liked better. There was one written the same year in which she died in 1996 by Linda Ellis and also this one by Lucille Britt (1829-1911).
THE DASH BETWEEN THE DATES
by Lucille Britt
Memorial Day was over now, All had left and I was alone, I began to read the names and dates Chiseled there on every stone.
The dates which showed whether it was Mom or Dad or daughter or baby son, The dates were different but the amount The same, there were two on every one, It was then I noticed something, It was but a simple line: It was the dash between the dates Placed there, it stood for time.
All at once it dawned on me How important that little line. The dates placed there belonged to God, But that line is yours and mine.
It’s God who gives this precious life And God who takes away; But that line between He gives to us To do with what we may.
We know God’s written the first date down Of each and every one, And we know those hands will write again, For the last date has to come.
We know He’ll write the last date down, And soon, we know, for some. But upon the line between my dates I hope He’ll write “well done.”
Alice Kingery
Wish you were here.I was going to post the tribute to Marilyn I wrote years ago but thought ‘The Dash” would be something she would have liked better. There was one written the same year in which she died in 1996 by Linda Ellis and also this one by Lucille Britt (1829-1911).
THE DASH BETWEEN THE DATES
by Lucille Britt
Memorial Day was over now,
All had left and I was alone,
I began to read the names and dates
Chiseled there on every stone.
The dates which showed whether it was Mom or Dad or daughter or baby son,
The dates were different but the amount
The same, there were two on every one,
It was then I noticed something,
It was but a simple line:
It was the dash between the dates Placed there, it stood for time.
All at once it dawned on me
How important that little line.
The dates placed there belonged to God,
But that line is yours and mine.
It’s God who gives this precious life
And God who takes away;
But that line between He gives to us
To do with what we may.
We know God’s written the first date down
Of each and every one,
And we know those hands will write again,
For the last date has to come.
We know He’ll write the last date down,
And soon, we know, for some.
But upon the line between my dates
I hope He’ll write “well done.”
Read Linda Ellis'
"The Dash" http://www.simpletruths.tv/dashpoem/
(I'll post this one also if I get permission to use it here)