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Veterans kid
Posted: Sunday, October 9, 2016 12:39 AM
Joined: 10/17/2014
Posts: 1239

More Henry Scott-Holland

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 it was. 
I am I, and you are you, 
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. 
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 

Call me by the old familiar name. 
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. 
Put no difference into your tone. 
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. 
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. 
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. 

Life means all that it ever meant. 
It is the same as it ever was. 
There is absolute and unbroken continuity. 
What is this death but a negligible accident? 

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? 
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, 
somewhere very near, 
just round the corner. 

All is well. 
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. 
One brief moment and all will be as it was before. 
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!


Posted: Sunday, October 9, 2016 10:51 AM
Joined: 5/21/2016
Posts: 2012

Dear Veterans Kid, I love this poem.  No one got lost after all, just slipped off to the next room. Way to sock it to Death. Living keep on living! Life is unbroken. And yes, how we shall laugh. Thank you for sharing this very cheering poem.
Posted: Monday, October 10, 2016 5:47 PM
Joined: 10/10/2016
Posts: 6

I wrote my own poem about my mother.  She passed 6 years ago.  I miss her terribly
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Still Waters
Posted: Tuesday, October 11, 2016 8:28 AM
Joined: 2/6/2012
Posts: 1092

girlmoustakis - that was such a beautiful poem. I cried when I read it. I like how you wrote it as if she was writing it to you. Must have been hard to do.

Posted: Thursday, October 20, 2016 5:39 PM
Joined: 10/10/2016
Posts: 6

It was very hard to write, especially the last part.  I still remember her as she was. She was so alive. I hate that disease.  It takes so many people, even Gene Wilder.  I don't know what's worse, losing your body or your mind. Thank you for your sentiments. It's been 6 years and I have to go to her grave site.  But there's no one there, only physical remains.  She is somewhere about me, looking at me right now. I don't know you but if you are on this site you had the same experience.  I hope you have found your peace.