Another Poem for Roadrunner

What is Death?
by Henry Scott Holland
1847-1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.

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

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes 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 affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.

Beautiful poem Darius..it was good of you to post it.
One that we all can relate to, I'm sure.

I really like that, Darius.

Beautiful Darius.

Bump to top, so more can see and read

Thank you Darius for the poem,it is how I keep family and friends close.

Yes a lovely poem, as we all know its hard on us to lose someone we love, we think we cannot laugh anymore, but we do when we remember the good times although we might laugh with tears in our eyes.

sensational... thankyou so much...

that has really touched me as you could not know..

What a lovely poem Darius...I'm going to print it. Thank you so much for sharing it........vic

Great choice Darius, I like this, think I'll print it.
thanks

Bump..I copied and saved it in my poetry document.

Thank you so much, Darius...I have printed it out and it will be read at our Christmas Dinner tomorrow!

P.S. Dairus, I will be visiting with my dear cousin, LizH, in Boone next summer. Maybe we can meet each other! RR/Jo