My joy leaps with your ecstasy,
In sympathy divine;
The smiles that wreathe upon your lips,
Find sentinels on mine:
The ability to feel sympathy for each other is one of the most beautiful traits that we possess as humans. The human condition is one of fundamental aloneness. When we reach out and share our sympathies with another human being in pain, we are offering a great kindness to the individual in pain. He knows that he is fundamentally alone but at least he knows that others care and are trying to understand.
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Please, don't cry.
I'm not really gone.
When you look out the window,
I'll be standing on the lawn.
This is helping take way the pain. My daughter’s father, my ex-husband and my grandson's grandfather did on Sept. 14, 2016 after 2 weeks in hospice, and on Sept. 23, 2016 he was buried after...
They say I'm sorry for your loss.
They say your heart will mend.
They say you're in a better place
and death is not the end.
I can relate to your poem a lot. Words of kindness are sincere, and I know they mean well, but at the end of the day you will be reminded of the loss. I lost my mother in 2015, and everyone...
Although your work on earth is done,
Your life in heaven has just begun.
Your struggles here were hard and long,
But they're over now; you're finally home.
I was raised mostly by my Grandmother, my Dads Mom and even though its been yrs. Since her passing I miss and think of her every single day. We were very close when I was growing up. She...
The loss of a loved one is so hard to face.
You just want to hide,
go somewhere and escape!
But death is something
I know what you're going though. I lost my stepdad 3 months ago to cancer. The doctors told us he was too sick for chemo. We were not close either, yet I put my life on hold, moved back home...
our heart was broken
without a warning, no words spoken
you were taken away
someone said you could not stay
My cousin lost a grandchild and the parent failed to explain the cause of death. The only explanation is that the child went out through a gate to the street and when she came back she was...
Somebody's baby was buried to-day--
The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,
And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay
As I paused on the walk while it crossed on its way,
One cannot relate to the loss of a child unless they have gone through it. One can only feel the same pain of another if they have. This poem beautifully speaks of and shares this pain.
Teardrops run down our faces
While our loved one takes her place
In the land of dreams and faith
She waits for the day when life will wake
My nana died yesterday of cancer and this is really beautiful. Thank you so much. I hope you've found peace with your loss now.
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