Although you’re gone, I’m not alone,
And never shall I be,
For the precious memories of the bond we shared
Will never depart from me.
Our love surpassed the ups and downs
And helped us along the way,
And that same love will give me strength
To manage this loss each day.
On my mind and in my heart,
Mom, you shall forever be,
For just as much as I am a part of you,
You are a part of me!
Written as a mourning poem reflecting on the death of Abraham Lincoln, Whitman’s verse speaks of a life that was victorious and exalted. The poet
Still I hear those voices From a time so long ago. I see so many faces But not the one I love and know. I
Please, don’t cry. I’m not really gone. When you look out the window, I’ll be standing on the lawn. Please, don’t cry. I’ll see you
My mother seems so far away from me On that beautiful white shore across the sea. Yet I remember love’s soft glow upon her face
