All Is Well

This poem of grief for a woman’s death was written by Oliver Wright in remembrance of his own mother, but the beautiful words make it an appropriate elegy for the funeral or memorial service of any woman who has died.

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
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, pray for me.Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.

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