This is a poem that Lucie loved; she had a copy of it in her kitchen The life that I have is all that I have and the life that I have is yours. The love that I have of the life that I have is yours and yours and yours. A sleep I shall have, a rest I shall have yet death will be but a pause, For the peace of my years in the long green grass will be yours and yours and yours. Leo Marks 1943