The Gardener LXI (Peace My Heart)
by Rabindranath Tagore
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a
moment, and say your last words in
I bow to you and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.
You’ve Just Walked on Ahead of Me by Joyce Grenfell
This funeral poem is especially suited to moms, our first caretaker.
I try and cope the best I can
But I’m missing you so much
If I could only see you
And once more feel your touch.
Yes, you’ve just walked on ahead of me
Don’t worry I’ll be fine
But now and then I swear I feel
Your hand slip into mine.
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