Another Royal Marine KIA 06/03/2007

I came across this poem yesterday - I was looking through some poetry books in my Mother's house. She had bookmarked this one, probably some time ago. It's for everyone facing the sadness of bereavement whatever the cause:

Do not stand at my grave and weep

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 clircled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there I did not die.



Anon
 
RIP brave Royal.

To follow on from JC, I'd like to add...

Funeral Blues (Song IX / from Two Songs for Hedli Anderson) by Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
 

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