Help with bereavement poem for death of a child please(8 Posts)
My friend's little girl, aged 4, died last week after battling cancer since the age of 2, bless her.
I want to send a poem to her (we live abroad) and wondered if anyone has any ideas on a suitable one.
I do like this, not specifically for a child, but do you think it would be comforting?
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
I love this poem, as a bereaved mum, the poem touches my heart.
It's written by one of the staff at Robin House, ( Childrens Hospice ), where DS died, a couple we met there read this poem at their wee boy's funeral, and I think every word was so true.
I know your heart feels empty
The pain seems hard to bear
I know how much you miss me
And wish that I was still there
But don't be sad without me
I don't want you to cry
I never really left you
And we never said goodbye
My body wouldn't let me
Do the things that children do
I didn't get to live the life
That you had wanted me to
I am free from pain now
And although I couldn't stay
Know that I am happy
And can run around and play
Cherish all the memories
But don't let time stand still
I'll always be beside you
And you know I always will
You know that the day will come
And you'll see me again
For now I'll live within your heart
And it's there I will remain
So don't be sad without me
For I'm with you everyday
And although you cannot see me
I'm never far away
I Thought Of You
I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday, and the day before that, too.
I think of you in silence, I often say your name,
But all I have is memories and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part.
God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart.
I shed tears for what might have been, a million times I've cried.
If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly, in death I love you still,
In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill.
It broke my heart to lose you, but you didn't go alone,
For part of me went with you, the day God took you home.
My friend read this poem at her daughter's funeral (she had anencephaly, was carried to term, and died 3 hours after birth), but I think it would be lovely for a 4 year old, and it always gives me goose bumps:
Heaven's baby castle
Heaven's Baby Castle
In a baby's castle just beyond my eye
My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy
Who am I to wish her back into this world of strife?
No, play on my baby, you have eternal life
When all around is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes
I'll hear her tiny footsteps come running at my side
Her little hand caresses me so tenderly and sweet
I'll breathe a little prayer and close my eyes and embrace her in my sleep
Now I have a treasure I rate above all other
I have known true glory - I am still her mother
I sent this to a family member who lost her son at the age of 20, the basic message is that it is not the length of life that counts, particularly appropriate with such a young child, it is called Proportion and is written by Ben Jonson an Elizabethan poet
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk doth make Man better be;
Or standing long as oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.
So sorry for your friend's loss.
Thank you Evenstar
Each and every one of these brings a lump to my throat. I cannot imagine how my friend must be feeling. Makes one so thankful for what we have.
Vio, so sorry for your loss. I have used the poem you posted.
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