In Memory Of ...

Rita Wilkes
1932 - 1943

At the end of winter, when the snowdrops begin to appear, I always think of you. On Christmas Day I remember that was the day you were taken to hospital, never to return. The years have passed by but the memories I have of my little sister will always remain in my heart, precious memories which are always with me.



A violet by a mossy stone
Half-hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Rita ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh,
The difference to me!

Adapted from a poem by William Wordsworth.

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