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Invictus By William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul
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Michael and his mom |
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This photograph was taken at my wedding in 1998. My mother passed away 13 months later. She was beautiful, kind, smart, loving, and hardworking. For four short months she was a wonderful grandmother.
See right for the poem that was her motto before her death…. |
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The Morenberg Family |
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Michael, Martina, Jacob, and Adam |
