Memories

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as

I still say I Love You, But now there’s no reply. I always feel your presence As if you never left my side. I remember

My dear son, I miss you so much. It keeps hurting; I can’t stop crying. My eyes always search for you in the sky. My

A moving funeral poem by English poet Charles Lamb, mourning the loss of a special loved one who cannot be replaced.