I Would Be Proud of You, Could I Attend I would be proud of you, could I attend, Would I now know the things I’ll never know, Could I have watched you come to comprehend The wonder of the world in which you grow. Do not think I did not think of you, Imagining the
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I Miss Your Laughter, Fun, and Gentleness I miss your laughter, fun, and gentleness. I miss the things I used to do for you. I miss the time, now filled with emptiness, When each day was a stage for something new. I miss your love, though mine for you remains, A passion with no outlet
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I Cannot Think You’re Not Alive Somewhere I cannot think you’re not alive somewhere. I think of you just as I did before. No sudden gust of wind has closed the door Or made your presence vanish in thin air. I write you this because I know you’re there; That even after death there must
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How Lucky to Have Had So Good a Father How lucky to have had so good a father! On us his warm, unstinting sun long shone. We were, of his hardworking life, the center, Loved for the pure joy of love alone. Uncanny are the requisites of pleasure, Coming as they do within the will.
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Frosty Died Last December Frosty died last December, My closest friend for fifteen years. We were born the same November; Now I can’t put down my tears. It’s not fair that dogs should live Just a short piece of our lives; They give us the love we give To parents, children, husbands, wives. More loyal
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Every Time I See My Pansies Every time I see my pansies Vivid in the golden sun, You are with me in my garden, And I am once again a child. Vivid in the golden sun, Their beauty brings me close to tears, And I am once again a child Learning to assume your grace.
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Early On, There’s a Point to Regret Early on, there’s a point to regret: In creative pain, one can make changes. Grief is a wild, foolish, helpless rebellion, Heart against stone, desire smashing against The locked fact, the impenetrable event, Yielding nothing but the wash back into life. For one who grieves, there’s no point
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Death for One Ought Not Mean Death for Two Death for one ought not mean death for two. We cannot die of grief unless we will. Love requires us to love life still, Lest love be less than life and death are due. We cannot choose but choose for others, too, For what we choose
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Can’t You See? Don’t You Care Can’t you see? Don’t you care I want to die? Don’t you listen? Can’t you hear My silent cry? Won’t you turn? Can’t you hold Me to your heart? Are you afraid of what might follow Once you start? Would you rather not believe I’m in such pain That
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Birthdays Do Not End with Death Birthdays do not end with death, But last as long as love, A maelstrom of memories That grace and honor move. And so we celebrate your day By visiting your grave, A place that you have left long since, But is all that we have. Dear spirit, come and
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