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.
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
A beautiful short funeral poem originally written by German poet Friedrich Rückert about the loss of his two children.
I wish for nothing more Than just one more day, For I would give it all Just to hear her say. It’s funny how In
This poem is brief, but poignant and powerful. It celebrates the strength of a mother’s love for her child even after death. It is an
