my neihbour and freinds daughter died and im looking for a lovely poem to give her and her husband?

Question

the little girl was only 4 and died of heart condition

Answer 1

I love this one-it is by W.H. Auden-I cry every time I read or hear it! It was featured in the movie "Four Weddings And A Funeral".

Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let airplanes circle moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message she is dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I know this might not be appropriate-but it is a beautiful poem for anyone that was loved and has passed on.

Answer 2

Try having a look through Kahlil Gibran's 'The Prophet' - He writes beautiful poetic prose that is also very spiritual.

Or go back to the more conventional - this one is a little trite, but no less valuable or touching for all that:


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!



Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral




http://www.poeticexpressions.co.uk/POEMS/Death%20is%20nothing%20at%20all%20-%20Canon%20Henry%20Scott-Holland.htm

Or more high-flown and intellectual, but equally beautiful - try John Donne's 'Death be not Proud'

Answer 3

I love this one, it seems to fit most circumstances. I'm so sorry to hear of your friend's loss,we don't expect our children to go ahead of us...

ALL IS WELL


Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room. Whatever we were to each other, we still are. Please, call me by my old familiar name.

Speak of me in the same easy way you always did. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh, as we always laughed, at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile and Pray for me.

Let my name be the household name it always was, spoken without the shadow of a ghost in it. Life means all it ever meant. It is the same as it always was. Death is inevitable, so why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you - for an interval very near. All is well. Nothing is past or lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before, only better and happier.

Answer 4

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 still are.
Call me by my familiar name,
speak to 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 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 effect,
without the shadow of a ghost in it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
there is unbroken continuity.
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.

Answer 5

Death of a Child
by Sandy Eakle

Sorry I didn't get to stay.
To laugh and run and play.
To be there by your side.
I'm sorry that I had to die.

God sent me down to be with you,
to make your loving heart anew.
To help you look up and see
Both God and little me.

Mommy, I wish I could stay.
Just like I heard you pray.
But, all the angels did cry
when they told little me goodbye.

God didn't take me cause He's mad.
He didn't send me to make you sad.
But to give us both a chance to be
a love so precious .. don't you see?

Up here no trouble do I see
and the pretty angels sing to me.
The streets of gold is where I play
you'll come here too, mommy, someday.

Until the day you join me here,
I'll love you mommy, dear.
Each breeze you feel and see,
brings love and a kiss from me.

Answer 6

I know that was a hard thing to hear - but what a profound child. I also dislike the idea of dying - but the thought of blaming my mother - has never crossed my mind. I could only assume - that a conversation about death - was overheard - and left an impression on the child. I also - am curious - if asked today - what her answer would be ♥

Answer 7

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 the 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 quit 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
Anonymous

Answer 8

PEACE LIKE A RIVER

When peace like a river, attendeth my way;
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well...with my soul... It is well, it is well, with my soul...

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well...with my soul... It is well, it is well, with my soul...

He lives--oh, the bliss of this glorious thought;
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more.
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, Oh my soul.

It is well...with my soul... It is well, it is well, with my soul...

And, Lord, haste the day when our faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trumpet shall sound, and the Lord shall descend;
Even so, it is well with my soul...

It is well...with my soul... It is well, it is well, with my soul...


Horatio Gates Spafford

1873

Answer 9

This is one my mother and I were sent and found very beautiful and comforting after my father died:
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What is Dying?

A ship sails and I stand watching
till she fades on the horizon,
and someone at my side says,
"She is gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large as when I saw her...
The diminished size and total loss of sight
is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone,"
there are others who are watching her coming,
and other voices take up a glad shout,
"Here she comes!"
... and that is dying.

by Bishop Brent
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I hope you like it too.

Answer 10

''passing'' by anonymous

The tide recedes but leaves behind
Bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down but gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land.
The music stops and yet it echoes on
In sweet refrains...
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.

—Author Unknown

bless you.