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Post by idiotmittens on May 8, 2010 11:59:06 GMT
This week was the first anniversary of the tragic death of my niece's husband.
On her Facebook page, she has this poem to him, which I thought I'd like to share with you.
In front of my grave, do not cry I am not there. I am not asleep
In the sky, I am a thousand winds that blow I am the brilliance of diamonds in the snow I am the light that illuminates the fields I am the gentle autumn rain that falls
In front of my grave, do not cry I am not dead. I am not there
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Post by Phil Occifer™ on May 8, 2010 16:29:45 GMT
That was a particular favourite of ours too when we considered what to have read at our Son's funeral, however, because of his age we chose this:-
In a baby castle just beyond my eye,
My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.
Who am I to wish him back,
Into this world of strife?
No, play on my baby,
You have eternal life.
At night when all is silent
And sleep forsakes my eyes
I’ll hear his tiny footsteps come running to my side.
His little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet.
I’ll breathe a prayer and close my eyes and embrace him in my sleep.
Now I have a treasure that I rate above all other,
I have known true glory – I am still his mother
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