Amanda Austin
Amanda Austin 

Below, are a few popular poems, which you may wish to use, or simply read and find comfort during your time of need.  I will be more than happy to help you make the right choice from a vast range of resources.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there.  I do not sleep                                                  

I am a thousand winds that blow                                                            

I am the diamond glints on snow                                                            

I am the sun on ripened grain                                                                  

I am the gentle autumn rain                                                                      

When you awaken in the morning's hush                                           

I am the swift uplifting rush                                                                     

Of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night                                                  

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there; I did not die

 

~  Mary Elizabeth Frye  ~

 

 

 

Death is nothing at all                                                                               Life means all that it ever meant

I have only slipped away to the next room                                        It is the same that it ever was

I am I and you are you                                                                               There is absolute unbroken continuity

Whatever we were to each other,                                                          Why should I be out of mind,

That, we still are                                                                                           because I am out of sight

 

Call me by my old familiar name                                                            I am but waiting for you

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used                      For an interval, somewhere, very near

Put no difference into your tone                                                             Just around the corner

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow                                         All is well

 

Laugh as we always laughed                                                                     Nothing is past: nothing is lost                       

at the little jokes we enjoyed together                                                   One brief moment and all will be as it was before

Play, smile, think of me.  Pray for me                                                    How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was       Life goes on

Let it be spoken without effect                                                                         

Without the trace of a shadow on it

 

~  Henry Scott Holland  ~

 

 

 

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone                                                        He was my North, my South, my East and West

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone                                         My working week and my Sunday rest

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum                                                   My moon, my midnight, my talk and song

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come                                                 I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong

 

Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead                                                       The stars are not wanted now; put out every one

Scribbling on the sky the message 'he is dead'                                             Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves                     Pour away the ocean and pack up the wood

Let the traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves                                     For nothing now can ever come to any good

 

~  W H Auden  ~

 

 

Remember me when I am gone away

Gone far into the silent land

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned

Only remember me, you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad

 

~  Christina Georgina Rossetti  ~

 

 

 

 

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