When I am an old woman I shall wear purple… With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on caviar and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up […]

Weep not for me though I have gone into that gentle night grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul’s sweet fight. I am at peace, my soul’s at rest there is no need for tears for with your love I was so blessed for all those many years. There is no […]

When I am gone, release me. Let me go I have so many things to see and do You must not tie yourself to me with tears Be happy that we had so many years I gave you love, you can only guess how much you gave me in happiness I thank you for the […]

When tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see. If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me. I wish so much you wouldn’t cry, the way you did today, While thinking of the many things we never got to say. I know how much you love […]

You toiled so hard for those you loved. You said goodbye to none, your spirit flew before we knew, your work on earth was done. We miss you now, our hearts are sore, as time goes by we miss you more. Your loving smile, your gentle face: no one can fill your vacant place. Your […]

You never said I’m leaving You never said goodbye You were gone before I knew it, And only God knew why A million times I needed you, A million times I cried If love alone could have saved you, You never would have died In life I loved you dearly In death I love you […]

by Joyce Grenfell And I’ve got to understand You must release the ones you love And let go of their hand. 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 […]

You left a beautiful memory and a sorrow too great to be told, but to us who loved and lost you, your memory will never grow old. Always a silent hurt, many a silent tear, but always a beautiful memory of one we loved so dear. God gave us strength to bear it, and courage […]

By Emily Dickinson She died, —this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.