where can i find a sympathy poem for my neighbor who lost her son?

Answer 1

This was sent to me when my son died. And I also saw it on a cooking site that had a memorial for her son who passed away from cancer.



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 a diamond's glint 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 circled in 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.

Unknown author

Answer 2

I do not know if you can use this or not but I would like to share it with you. It is a speech Robert G. Ingersoll gave at the funeral of a child. It brought me comfort when I lost my baby brother.

I know how vain it is to gild a grief with words, and yet I wish to take from every grave its fear. Here in this world, where life and death are equal kings, all should be brave enough to meet what all the dead have met. The future has been filled with fear, stained and polluted by the heartless past. From the wondrous tree of life the buds and blossoms fall with ripened fruit, and in the common bed of earth, patriarchs and babes sleep side by side.

Why should we fear that which will come to all that is? We cannot tell, we do not know, which is the greater blessing -- life or death. We cannot say that death is not a good. We do not know whether the grave is the end of this life, or the door of another, or whether the night here is not somewhere else a dawn. Neither can we tell which is the more fortunate -- the child dying in its mother's arms, before its lips have learned to form a word, or he who journeys all the length of life's uneven road, painfully taking the last slow steps with staff and crutch.

Every cradle asks us "Whence?" and every coffin "Whither?" The poor barbarian, weeping above his dead, can answer these questions just as well as the robed priest of the most authentic creed. The tearful ignorance of the one, is as consoling as the learned and unmeaning words of the other. No man, standing where the horizon of a life has touched a grave, has any right to prophesy a future filled with pain and tears.

May be death gives all there is of worth to life. If those we press and strain within our arms could never die, perhaps that love would wither from the earth. May be this common fate treads out from the paths between our hearts the weeds of selfishness and hate. And I had rather live and love where death is king, than have eternal life where love is not. Another life is nought, unless we know and love again the ones who love us here.

They who stand with breaking hearts around this little grave, need have no fear. The larger and the nobler faith in all that is, and is to be, tells us that death, even at its worst, is only perfect rest. We know that through the common wants of life -- the needs and duties of each hour -- their grief will lessen day by day, until at last this grave will be to them a place of rest and peace -- almost of joy. There is for them this consolation: The dead do not suffer. If they live again, their lives will surely be as good as ours. We have no fear. We are all children of the same mother, and the same fate awaits us all. We, too, have our religion, and it is this: Help for the living -- Hope for the dead.

Answer 3

I have always been touched by a quote from Benjamin Franklin when he said " A long life isn't always good enough, but a good life can be long enough". I added that quote in two sympathy cards to parents who had each lost a young son. They said what a comfort it was, because though they were young, they had had a good life!

Answer 4

Try the poem notebook -this site has some really nice poems under their sympathy section.

Answer 5

Psalms 23 or other Psalms.

Answer 6

Please don't. Use your own words.