Funeral-Poems and Death-Poems P2
Oh all the time that e'er I spent,
I spent it in good company;
And any harm that e'er I've done,
I trust it was to none but me;
May those I've loved through all the years
Have memories now they'll e'er recall;
So fill me to the parting glass,
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.
Oh all the comrades that e'er I had,
Are sorry for my going away;
And all the loved ones that e'er I had
Would wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should leave and you should not,
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.
Of all good times
that e'er we shared,
I leave to you fond
memory;
I ask you to remember
me;
And when you sit and
stories tell,
I'll be with you and
help recall;
God bless, and joy be
with you all.
When I Have Fears
When I have fears, as Keats had
fears,
Of the moment I'll cease to be
I console myself with vanished years
Remembered laughter, remembered tears,
And the peace of the changing sea.
When I feel sad, as Keats felt sad
That my life is so nearly done
It gives me comfort to dwell upon
Remembered friends who are dead and gone
And the jokes we had and the fun
How happy they are I cannot know,
But happy I am who loved them so.
If Tears Could
Build A Stairway
If tears could build a stairway
and thoughts a memory lane
I'd walk right up to heaven
and bring you home again.
No Farewell words were spoken
No time to say good-bye
You were gone before I knew it
And only God knows why.
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one can ever know.
But now I know you want us
To mourn for you no more
To remember all the happy times
Life still has much in store.
Since you'll never be forgotten
I pledge to you today
A hallowed place within my heart
Is where you'll always stay.
God knows why, with
chilling touch,
Death gathers those
we love so much,
And what now seems so
strange and dim,
Will all be clear,
when we meet Him.
I Knew you for a
Moment
Our Father Kept A
Garden
Our Father kept a
garden.
A garden of the heart;
He planted all the good things,
That gave our lives their start.
He turned us to the
sunshine,
And encouraged us to dream:
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self-esteem.
And when the winds
and rain came,
He protected us enough;
But not too much because he knew
We would stand up strong and tough.
His constant good
example,
Always taught us right from wrong;
Markers for our pathway that will last
a lifetime long.
We are his legacy.
Thank you Dad we love you.
Do Not Stand At 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 sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain
When you awaken in
the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite 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
By - Mary
Elizabeth Frye
