Fresh flowers (at bedside)
January 14, 1982
A spot of color Amidst a field Of ice and snow Will sometimes Grow and grow Until The bitter weather Gives way And That tiny spot Of beauty in the cold Takes hold Of all our thought
A spot of color Amidst a field Of ice and snow Will sometimes Grow and grow Until The bitter weather Gives way And That tiny spot Of beauty in the cold Takes hold Of all our thought