WebTo the living, I am gone, To the sorrowful, I will never return, To the angry, I was cheated, But to the happy, I am at peace, And to the faithful, I have never left. I cannot speak, but I can listen. I cannot be seen, but I can be heard. … WebNov 16, 2015 · Remember Me: To the living, I am gone. To the sorrowful, I will never return. To the angry, I was cheated, But to the happy, I am at …
A Short Analysis of Christina Rossetti’s ‘Remember’
WebFeb 25, 2024 · One of Silverstein’s most quoted poems, this is an ode to doing the impossible. 11. “Lester” from Where the Sidewalk Ends. Another poem that’s perfect for a funeral, memorial, or eulogy is “Lester.”. Though it’s easy to fill our lives with material possessions and things, wealth doesn’t equal happiness. WebYou can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she's gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. ~ David ... death of friends father
Funeral Poems - Remember Me
WebDec 20, 2013 · pts - lovely poem. I am sorry your friend lost a great granddaughter. Glad your daughter is doing better. Aisha - it moves me deeply too. One of the hard things about loss, and perhaps especially child loss, is the unfinished business of still wanting to buy them gifts for birthdays and holidays, and do things for them. WebI loved this poem. I am only 13 but i found someone i want to spend the rest of my life with. I live in oklahoma but i'm moving to colorado in one week nand my heart is broken causer i can only see his face every 4 months. and this is how i will feel when i leave like if i could just touch his finger that would be enough cause i love him. WebJul 5, 2024 · Don’t Cry for Me. I am still here I’m all around, only my body lies in the ground. I am the frost, that nips your toes. I am the star, shining so bright. I am the laughter, I am the mirth. I am the cloud, that’s drifting by. I am the thoughts, inside your head. While I’m still there, I can’t be dead.”. death of friend\u0027s mother poem