My room in Walton Neuro Centre overlooks this garden, which contains a tree/fountain memorialising those who have donated their organs that others might live. Also in the garden stands a bench which has a Shakespeare quote on it.
Remberence tree silver leaves have names of people who have donated organs
Plaque re the donation tree
Shakespeare plaque on the bench in the garden
Yesterday evening, when I met up with my friend Brian, he reminded me of this beautiful Shakespearian sonnet:
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long”.
K Morris - Poet 