My brother died of leukemia almost a year ago, and my parents want to put a poem in the local paper for him, in rememberance of their son. I would also like to put on in, in rememberance of my brother. Does anyone know any, or where I could find some?
2007-02-27 05:10:06 · 3 answers · asked by mazey1967 2 in Society & Culture ➔ Mythology & Folklore
Mourning
Alas my brother! the cry of the mourners of old
That cried on each other,
All crying aloud on the dead as the death-note rolled,
Alas my brother!
As flashes of dawn that mists from an east wind smother
With fold upon fold,
The past years gleam that linked us one with another.
Time sunders hearts as of brethren whose eyes behold
No more their mother:
But a cry sounds yet from the shrine whose fires wax cold,
Alas my brother!
Algernon Charles Swinburne (1873-1909)
I also found the following although you might want to remove
the dates and change the word boy to girl.
Growing Up
Brother can you remember
When we were both still small
The fun we had, the talks we shared
Looking back - we had it all
1976
Brother can I play with you
and wear your favorite shirt
Will you let me throw the football once
I swear I won't get hurt
1980
Brother will you help me solve
this problem I have got
There's this boy I know in my class
who I really like a lot
1986
Brother will you show me how
to try and drive a car
Will you let me drive you brand new truck
I swear I won't go far
1989
Brother will you please wake up
open your eyes and live
I won't believe that you may die
you've got so much to give
Brother I guess it's time to leave
the service is now through
I'll say one last prayer, one last good-bye
and one last I love you
Tisa Buis
2007-02-27 05:25:12 · answer #1 · answered by Syberian 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
This might be more comforting to those who were left behind, but I very much appreciate the message within.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(1) I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
(2) When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye
2007-02-27 06:25:37 · answer #2 · answered by random_synchronicity 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I'm with Random on this. It is a very common poem but it holds a lot of meaning...
However, I have always seen that poem as anonymous, so I would look into this further before giving credit in the paper.
2007-02-27 11:53:37 · answer #3 · answered by TiGeR 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋