REQUIEM

Since the latest subjects of poetry on this blog seem to have been for the passing of friends, I thought I would post this lovely one by my father which he wrote on the death of my grandfather, Dougal.

REQUIEM

Cold and brilliant the southern sky
Do you see it? old man?
Are you there?

Clear and sad the trumpet sounds
Can you hear it? old man?
Are you there?

Soft and slow the glittering tears
Can you feel them? old man?
Are you there?

Sky, trumpet and tears I lay,
On your grave, like a flower.
Old man.
Close your eyes in it's fragrance,
Farewell

Another Wee Angel in Cromwell Today - RIP Carys

Another wee child dead today, I cant believe that the last time I posted on this blog was when Riley (aged 2) died. Now Carys, (who is about the same age as Montana-Rose, one day before her 4th birthday), with Cerebal Palsy, and such a sweetie. I was always drawn to her smiley face. I made this for them, with the poem by an unknown author.

I am not there

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the snow on the mountain's rim,
I am the laughter in children's eyes,
I am the sand at the water's edge,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn rain,
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.