Funeral blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe b...
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Titia, I know something about trying not to be upset at the passing of a Mother - it was well past my Mum's time when she passed in January but much as you tell yourself it was for the best, the emotions are so complicated. I busied myself with arranging Mum's funeral but it wa...
“When I lost my son it was as if my world stopped. I could barely eat or function, let alone get through the funeral. A friend gave me After Forever to help me find something for a funeral reading. I found a great sad poem and your eulogy poems seemed to say all that I was thi...
The day of your funeral, I ripped out the crown mold. You were this fool’s gold. Lost Love & Separation Louise Bogan will watch over our poems of Lost Love & Separation. Autumn Conundrum by Michael R. Burch It’s not that every leaf must finally fall, it’s just that we can nev...
that when the arrangements for Joyce's burial were being made, a Catholic priest tried to convince Nora that there should be a funeral Mass. She replied, "I couldn't do that to him." Swiss tenor Max Meili sang Addio terra, addio cielo from Monteverdi's L'Orfeo at the funeral service....
As are my children (three) As I produce yet more stamped things Keen for them to see. And now I'm signed up for some swaps One's a birthday card The other is a teddy theme Now that can't be too hard I'd better go and start them now ...
And morning eyes, And lips whose thread of scarlet prophesies The canticles of a coming king unknown, Remember, when you join him On his throne, Even me, your far off troubadour, And wear For me some trifling rose Beneath your veil, ...
The funeral took place on Monday 25 July 1796, the day that his son Maxwell was born. He was at first buried in the far corner of St. Michael's Churchyard in Dumfries; a simple "slab of freestone" was erected as his gravestone by Jean Armour, which some felt insulting to his memory...
From him I learnt that forgiveness is an attribute of the strong and not the weak. My father preferred oral correction of his children's mistakes to flogging or any other form of punitive measures, as was the case in those days. He always encouraged me to open up to him on any issue ...