Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.
A short funeral reading, originally written by Helen Keller. Ideal as a short eulogy or funeral poem for a loved one.
Constantly thinking, never to be the same. The tears fall quickly just hearing your name. Silence is golden, yet not anymore. Silence brings thoughts 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
We miss your face; you were taken too soon. Your beaming smile that lit up the room, Them cheeky dimples and twinkle in your eye.
