I found this one somewhere; maybe you could change it around if you wanted to. God bless my little kitchen, I love its every nook. And Bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. And may the meals that I prepare Be seasoned from above, With Thy great blessing And They grace, But most of all Thy Love.

So many poets; there are a number of male poets who wrote of death. Walt Whitman, Robert Frost, Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Dylan Thomas (Do not go gently into that good night). Without knowing the people involved here, I would throw out this touching end to a long poem: [Yet when we meet we seem in silence to say, Pretending serene forgetfulness of our youth, "Do you remember but then why should you remember! Do you remember a certain day, Or evening rather, spring evening long ago, We talked of death, and love, and time, and truth, And said such wise things, things that amused us so How foolish we were, who thought ourselves so wise!" And then we laugh, with shadows in our eyes.] --Conrad Aiken, Nocturne of Remembered Spring. or this: [The world is too much with us ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for everything, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.  Great God ! IÂd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.] --William Wordsworth Or, [Epitaph by Sir Walter Ralegh Even such is Time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days: And from which earth, and grave, and dust, The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.] There's a popular one that ends "...Twas Heaven Here with You." that I can't find. Here's a place to start a search. Here is a link that might be useful: Poets' Graves

here is a little pot of impatients to let you know we appreciate your patience A hint for you to employ provide for your Impatiens they will bring you joy. Just a bit of sun, water,and soil this colorful plant should do you well

I guess your post yesterday didn’t turn out any paint colors. You posted no pictures yesterday, so I understand why responses were vague, although good ones. You bedroom/bath is pretty blah…I see no accent color at all. Paint the wall a rich gray blue…and the vanity white. The mirrors …they just doesn’t make it with the white window next to it…in the same shape... Replace with two different mirrors. Normally, you have the same mirror over each sink, but you can’t do that. Something simple, oval, the finish of the faucet. If you really need that other mirror choose something out of the ordinary, If you din’t need a mirror a great canvas would brighten the space up.