She died just over a year ago in a car accident. Im no good at making up poems myself.....
2006-09-29 22:52:08 · 18 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
http://www.memorialgroup.co.uk/memorials_christianandnd.htm
2006-09-29 22:55:24 · answer #1 · answered by david429835 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
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
2006-10-02 10:49:41 · answer #2 · answered by Bridget F 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I found this online last year when I lost one of my very best friends.
I did not die
Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am a gentle Autumns rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
I am the birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
So do not stand on my grave and cry
I am not there.... I did not die
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Mary E. Frye 1932
2006-10-01 00:59:08 · answer #3 · answered by Shaun M 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Sorry for you loss. How about one of these two?
"A Parable of Immortality"
By Henry Van Dyke
"I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There she goes!"
"Gone where? Gone from my sight- that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the places of destination.
"Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, 'There she goes!' there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
"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 a 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
2006-09-30 02:04:09 · answer #4 · answered by BlueManticore 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
William Morris, famous English artist, designer and poet has some beautiful poems in the book "The life and works of William Morris"
2006-09-29 23:28:27 · answer #5 · answered by jeena g 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I believe we have all been where you are now...and I know one thing for sure.
No poem you find is going to mean as much to you, or your friend as one that comes from your heart, your memories and your feelings, and those you shared with your friend. Poetry has deep meaning but it does not even have to rhyme, it can be only from the heart.
2006-09-29 23:08:45 · answer #6 · answered by Brigadier Mobius 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
sorry to hear about your friend don't know if your friend was religious but here is one
My life is but a weaving between my lord and me
I cannot choose the colours,He worketh steadily
Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow and i in foolish pride,
Forget he sees the upper and I the underside
Not till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why
The dark threads are as needful,in the weavers skillful hands
As threads of gold and silver,in the pattern He has planned
2006-09-29 23:18:35 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
There is the most special poem for this and it's called The dash you will find it here. Good luck
www.lindaslyrics.com
2006-09-30 02:17:44 · answer #8 · answered by Doh! 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Sorry for your loss. I can't think of any poems just now, but I can think of a lyric of a Red Hot Chili Peppers song (can't remember what the title is)
If you should die before me, ask if you can bring a friend.
Maybe you can use that as well.....somehow.
2006-09-29 23:02:03 · answer #9 · answered by girlnoladrea 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
There is a very nice poem called "death is nothing at all" you will find it in a google search.
2006-10-02 20:51:40 · answer #10 · answered by Catwhiskers 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Go to google.com.
Look up 'Euologies', or love poems, and you will get lots of suggestions; choose the one which appeals to you, and share the poem with me. you will feel good, I assure you.
2006-09-30 00:31:49 · answer #11 · answered by thegentle Indian 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋