for you.

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
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 sorrow in your tone.
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  effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
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 around 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.

Henry Scott Holland 


Kristin said...

Hi sweet girl! Hope you are well! Can't believe Oliver is crawling already??? What the world? Your boys are cute as ever. Big props to you for going back to school this year too! I am taking a class as well...an alternative to yoga instructors course, and I love it. So great! Dusting the old brain off.- We need to catch up...do you still have my #? I'm sure I have yours somewhere...just not sure where right now.~ Hope you're having a wonderful weekend M. Love, ~K

Lindy said...

This is a beautiful poem.

The Miller Family said...

Btw, I read this shortly after you posted it. Loved it so much I'm going to read it at my dad's memorial service. Such a positive way to look at a bittersweet situation.