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Poem – Miss me but Let me go

When I come to the end of the road,

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little, but not for long.

And not with your head bowed low.

Remember the love that once we shared,

Miss me but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,

And each must go alone.

It’s all part of the master plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart,

Go to the friends we know,

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,

Miss me, but let me go.

Poem –  She is Gone ( He Is Gone ) By David Harkins

You can shed tears that she is gone,

Or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back

Or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her

Or you can be full of the love you have shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday

Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her, and only that she’s gone

Or you can cherish her memory and let her live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back

Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

Remember Me  – By Anthony Dowson

Speak of me as you have always done,

Remember the good times, laughter, and fun.

Share the happy memories we’ve made,

Do not let them wither or fade.

I’ll be with you in the summers sun,

And when the winds chill has come.

I’ll be the voice that whispers in the breeze,

I’m peaceful now, put your mind at ease.

I’ve rested my eyes and gone to sleep,

But memories we’ve shared, are yours to keep.

Sometimes our final days, maybe a test,

But remember me, when I am at my best.

Although things may not be the same,

Don’t be afraid to use my name.

Let your sorrow last for just a while,

Comfort each other and try to smile.

I’ve lived a life full of joy and fun.

Live on now, make me proud of what you’ll become.

Poem – Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep,  By Mary Frye

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 sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn’s 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.

Death Is Nothing At All  – By, Canon Henry Scott-Holland

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other

That we are still

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way 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 we always 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 effort

Without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well.

Nothing is past; 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!

We Remember Him (We Remember Her)

When we are weary and in need of strength,

When we are lost and sick at heart,

We remember him.

When we have a joy we crave to share

When we have decisions that are difficult to make

When we have achievements that are based on his

We remember him.

At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter

At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,

We remember him.

At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer

At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,

We remember him.

At the rising of the sun and at its setting,

We remember him.

As long as we live, he too will live

For he is now a part of us,

As we remember him.

Adapted from the Yizkor Service

You’ve just walked on ahead of me

And I’ve got to understand

You must release the ones you love

And let go of their hand.

I try and cope the best I can

But I’m missing you so much

If I could only see you

And once more feel your touch.

Yes, you’ve just walked on ahead of me

Don’t worry I’ll be fine

But now and then I swear I feel

Your hand slip into mine.

If I should die before the rest of you,  By Joyce Grenfell

If I should die before the rest of you

Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone

Nor, when I’m gone, speak in a Sunday voice,

But be the usual selves that I have known.

Weep if you must

Parting is hell.

But life goes on, So sing as well.

At every turning of my life   ( Friends Poem ) By, Rabindranath Tagore

At every turning of my life

I came across Good friends,

Friends who stood by me

Even when the time raced by me.

Farewell, my friends

I smile and Bid you goodbye.

Shed no tears, For I need them not,

all I need is your smile.

If you feel sad, do think of me

For that is what I’ll like.

When you live in the hearts

Of those you love,

Remember that you never die.

Not, how did he die, but how did he live?

Not, how did he die, but how did he live?

Not, what did he gain, but what did he give?

These are the units to measure the worth

Of a man as a man, regardless of his birth.

Nor what was his church, nor what was his creed?

But had he befriended those really in need?

Was he ever ready, with words of good cheer,

To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,

But how many were sorry when he passed away?


When we lose a loved one,

our world just falls apart

We think that we can’t carry on

With this broken heart.

Everything is different now,

You’re upset and you’re annoyed.

Your world it seems is shattered

There’s such an awful void.

There’s got to be a reason,

and we have to understand

God made us so at any time

he’ll reach down for our hand

There might not be a warning

We won’t know where or when

The only thing were certain of

Is we’ll meet them once again.