You by no means mentioned I’m leaving
You by no means mentioned goodbye.
You had been gone earlier than I knew it,
And solely God knew why.
1,000,000 instances I wanted you,
1,000,000 instances I cried.
If love alone might have saved you,
You by no means would have died.
In life I cherished you dearly,
In dying I really like you continue to.
In my coronary heart you maintain a spot,
That nobody might ever fill.
It broke my coronary heart to lose you,
However you didn’t go alone
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Don’t stand at my grave and weep
I’m not there. I don’t sleep
I’m a thousand winds that blow.
I’m the diamond glints on snow
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Demise is Nothing at All
Life means all that it ever meant.
It’s the identical because it ever was.
There may be absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is that this dying however a negligible accident?
Why ought to I be out of thoughts as a result of I’m out of sight?
I’m however ready for you, for an interval,
someplace very close to,
simply not far away
Henry Scott Holland
Do Not Go Light into That Good Evening
Don’t go mild into that good night time,
Previous age ought to burn and rave at shut of day;
Rage, rage in opposition to the dying of the sunshine
As a result of I couldn’t cease for Demise
As a result of I couldn’t cease for Demise
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held however simply Ourselves And Immortality.
We slowly drove
He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility
We handed the College, the place Kids strove
At Recess within the Ring
We handed the Fields of Gazing Grain
We handed the Setting Solar Or quite He handed Us
The Dews drew quivering and Chill
For under Gossamer, my GownMy Tippet – solely Tulle
We paused earlier than a Home that appeared
A Swelling of the Floor
The Roof was scarcely seen
The Cornice within the Floor
Since then ’tis Centuries and but
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ HeadsWere towards Eternity –
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She is Gone
You’ll be able to shed tears that she is gone
Or you’ll be able to smile as a result of she has lived
You’ll be able to shut your eyes and pray that she is going to come again
Or you’ll be able to open your eyes and see all that she has left
Your coronary heart might be empty as a result of you’ll be able to’t see her
Otherwise you might be filled with the love that you simply shared
The Gardener LXI (Peace My Coronary heart)
Let the final contact of your palms be
mild just like the flower of the night time.
Stand nonetheless, O Lovely Finish, for a
second, and say your final phrases in
I bow to you and maintain up my lamp
to gentle you in your means.
You’ve Simply Walked on Forward of Me by Joyce Grenfell
This funeral poem is particularly suited to mothers, our first caretaker.
I attempt to cope one of the best I can
However I’m lacking you a lot
If I might solely see you
And as soon as extra really feel your contact.
Sure, you’ve simply walked on forward of me
Don’t fear I’ll be effective
However from time to time I swear I really feel
Your hand slip into mine
Sonnets Are Filled with Love
I really like you, Mom, I’ve woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored title:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of affection, whose blessed glow transcends the legal guidelines
Of time and alter and mortal life and dying
It felt so chilly, the snowball which wept in my palms,
And after I rolled it alongside within the snow, it grew
Until I might sit on it, trying again on the home,
The place it was chilly after I woke in my room, the home windows
Blind with ice, my breath undressing itself on the air.
Chilly, too, embracing the torso of snow which I lifted up
In my arms to construct a snowman, my toes, burning, chilly
In my winter boots; my mom’s voice calling me in
From the chilly. And her palms had been chilly from peeling
Then dipping potatoes right into a bowl, stopping to cup
Her daughter’s face, a kiss for each chilly cheeks, my chilly nostril.
However nothing so chilly because the February night time I opened the door
Within the Chapel of Relaxation the place my mom lay, neither younger, nor outdated,
The place my lips, returning her kiss to her forehead, knew the which means of chilly
Consider him faring on, as pricey
Within the love of There because the love of Right here.
Consider him nonetheless as the identical. I say,
He’s not lifeless—he’s simply away
James Whitcomb Riley
It is a lovely poem for dad’s funeral.
Underneath the large and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I stay and gladly die
And I laid me down with a will
Right here he lies the place he longed to be;
This be the verse you grave for me:
House is the sailor, house from sea;
And the hunter house from the hill
Robert Louis Stevenson
Crossing the Bar
Twilight and night bell,
And after that the darkish!
And will there be no unhappiness of farewell,
After I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood could bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot nose to nose
When I’ve crost the bar
Lord Alfred Tennyson
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She Walks in Magnificence
One shade the extra, one ray the much less,
Had half impaired the anonymous grace
Which waves in each raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
The place ideas serenely candy categorical,
How pure, how pricey their dwelling-place
Sing Me a Music of a Lad That’s Gone
Give me once more all that was there,
Give me the solar that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lad that’s gone!
Robert Louis Stevenson
On the Demise of Anne Bronte
THERE ‘s little pleasure in life for me,
And little terror within the grave ;
I ‘ve lived the parting hour to see
Of 1 I might have died to avoid wasting.
Calmly to look at the failing breath,
Wishing every sigh could be the final ;
Longing to see the shade of dying
O’er these belovèd options forged.
The cloud, the stillness that should half
The darling of my life from me ;
After which to thank God from my coronary heart,
To thank Him nicely and fervently ;
Though I knew that we had misplaced
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Should bear alone the weary strife.
Although he, that ever type and true,
Saved stoutly step-by-step with you,
Your entire lengthy, gusty lifetime by means of,
Be gone some time earlier than,
Be now a second gone earlier than,
But, doubt not, quickly the seasons shall restore
Your pal to you.
He has however turned the nook — nonetheless
He pushes on with proper good will,
By way of mire and marsh, by heugh and hill,
That self-same arduous means —
That self-same upland, hopeful means,
That you simply and he by means of many a uncertain day
He’s not lifeless, this pal — not lifeless,
However within the path we mortals tread
Bought some few, trifling steps forward
And nearer to the tip;
So that you simply too, as soon as previous the bend,
Shall meet once more, as nose to nose, this pal
You fancy lifeless.
Push gaily on, sturdy coronary heart! The whereas
You journey ahead mile by mile,
He loiters with a backward smile
Until you’ll be able to overtake,
And strains his eyes to look his wake,
Or whistling, as he sees you thru the brake,
Waits on a stile.
Robert Louis Stevenson
I Am Standing Upon The Seashore
Simply in the meanwhile when somebody says, “There, she is gone,”
There are different eyes watching her coming, and different voices
Able to take up the glad shout, “Right here she comes!
Henry Van Dyke
Then Almitra spoke, saying, We’d ask now of Demise.
And he mentioned:
You’d know the key of dying.
However how shall you discover it except you search it within the coronary heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day can’t unveil the thriller of sunshine.
If you happen to would certainly behold the spirit of dying, open your coronary heart large unto the physique of life.
For all times and dying are one, even because the river and the ocean are one.
Within the depth of your hopes and wishes lies your silent information of the past;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your coronary heart desires of spring.
Belief the desires, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your concern of dying is however the trembling of the shepherd when he stands earlier than the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall put on the mark of the king?
But is he no more conscious of his trembling?
For what’s it to die however to face bare within the wind and to soften into the solar?
And what’s it to stop respiration, however to free the breath from its stressed tides, that it might rise and increase and search God unencumbered?
Solely if you drink from the river of silence shall you certainly sing.
And when you may have reached the mountain prime, then you definately shall start to climb.
And when the earth shall declare your limbs, then shall you really dance
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But hope once more elastic springs,
Unconquered, although she fell;
Nonetheless buoyant are her golden wings,
Nonetheless sturdy to bear us nicely
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Farewell my Associates
It was lovely
so long as it lasted
The journey of my life
I’ve no regrets
In any way save
The ache I’ll go away behind.
These pricey hearts
Who love and care
And the heavy with sleep
Ever moist eyes.
The smile, regardless of a
Lump within the throat
And the strings pulling
On the coronary heart and soul.
The sturdy arms
That held me up
When my very own power
Let me down.
Every morsel that I used to be
Fed with was full of affection divine.
At each turning of my life
I got here throughout
Associates who stood by me
Even when the time raced by.
I smile and bid you goodbye.
No, shed no tears,
For I want them not
All I want is your smile.
If you happen to really feel unhappy
For that’s what I’d like.
Once you stay within the hearts
Of these you’re keen on,
Keep in mind then….
You by no means die.
Epitaph on my Personal Pal
An sincere man right here lies at relaxation,
As e’er God with His picture blest:
The pal of man, the pal of fact;
The pal of age, and information of youth:
Few hearts like his, with advantage heat’d,
Few heads with information so inform’d:
If there’s one other world, he lives in bliss;
If there’s none, he made one of the best of this
Keep in mind
Keep in mind me when I’m gone away,
Gone far-off into the silent land;
When you’ll be able to no extra maintain me by the hand,
Nor I half flip to go but turning keep.
Keep in mind me when no extra daily
You inform me of our future that you simply plann’d:
Solely bear in mind me; you perceive
It is going to be late to counsel then or pray.
But for those who ought to overlook me for some time
And afterwards bear in mind, don’t grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption go away
A vestige of the ideas that after I had,
Higher by far it’s best to overlook and smile
Than that it’s best to bear in mind and be unhappy
Add these poems to a memorial and funeral and provides the befitting goodbye that you simply needed to. Keep in mind, it’s at all times a good suggestion to set free these emotions to somebody you’re feeling protected with, quite than bottling them up.