Sympathy Poems

Death Is Nothing At All

Henry Scott Holland

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 old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used.

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.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Life means all that it ever meant.

There is absolutely unbroken continuity....

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight.

I am waiting for you.....

for an interval....

somewhere near,

just around the corner.

All is well.

I Am Standing Upon The Seashore

Henry Scott Holland

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"  "Gone where?"

Gone from my sight. That is all.  Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:  "Here she comes!"  And that is dying.

"Miss Me" Poem
"Miss Me But Let Me Go. When I come to the end of the road, and the sun as set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room, why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little-but not too long, and not with your head bowed low, remember the love that we once shared. Miss me but let me go. For this a journey we all must take, and each must go alone. It's all a part of the Master's plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know. Bury your sorrows in doing good

 deeds. Miss me but let me go."

Poem for the Grieving

Author unknown

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's 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-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

She's Gone....

Author unknown

You can shed tears that she is gone

or you can smile

because she has lived

You can close your eyes

and wish that she'll come back

or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.

You can remember her

and only that she's gone

or you can cherish her memory

and let it live on.