I'd Cut Up My Heart For You

Somehow The Bright Beauty Had Gone From April Afternoon And From Her Heart As Well And The Sad Sweetness Of Remembering Was As Bitter As Gall.

If! If! If! There Were So Many Ifs In Life, Never Any Sense Of Security, Always The Dread Of Losing Everything.

So You’ll Have To Wait For Approval From Your Grandchildren.” “i Wonder What Our Grandchildren Will Be Like!” “are You Suggesting By That ‘our’ That You And I Will Have Mutual Grandchildren? Fie, Mrs. Kennedy!

But She Knew That No Matter What Beauty Lay Behind, It Must Remain There. No One Could Go Forward With A Load Of Aching Memories.

Southerners Can Never Resist A Losing Cause.