Poetry by Lady Jane Grey

email: ddoh939142@aol.com

For Rachel

A tender glance, a passing smile,

knowing all-the-while the little things I do don't mean,

that I'll relieve the suffering.

But kindness in its purest form is how the love of God is borne,

So although the tenderness I give won't extend the life you live-

We both know, in our hearts, the life it changes from the start-

Is my own.