"a thousand words won't bring you back
i know because i tried
neither will a thousand tears
i know because i cried"
Kily Dunbar http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/death/
"
Michael
Bless us Lord
As we pray
You took our
Little boy home today
Please let him know
Please as we pray
How much we
Loved him every day
We loved his laugh
We loved his smile
We loved his everything
We loved our child"
Not talking about myself just posting the poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-childs-death
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Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!'
http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/death-is-nothing-at-all-by-henry-scott-holland
Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep
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.
http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep#ixzz3oiexDunq