Poem of the week - Do not stand at my grave and weep
 

A few years ago the BBC ran a series of radio programmes looking for the nation's favourite poem. The following verse was very popular.

A young British soldier had written this poem in a letter to his parents, only to be opened upon his death, before he left for duty in Northen Ireland. Unfortunatley the young man was killed in an IRA attack and the poem gained national coverage when transmitted in the series.

For a while it was thought the soldier had written the lines himself, but subsequent research pointed to Mary Frye (who actually wrote it in 1932).

Nevertheless, the poem itself is a beautiful message from a lost loved one to those whom he left behind.



Mr Mephisto

that is a lovely verse. actually brought a tear to my eye.

wow. thank you so much for posting that poem.

A very good friend of mine committed suicide on Tuesday, and everyone that knew him is devestated. I created a website in his memory, and I think i'll add that.

thank you again.

Sorry for your trouble torn lace.

Sucide is a terrible thing.

Mr Mephisto

Very nice, it fits nicely with my personal beliefs on death. Which is convenient because I don't have to worry about goth kids sigh'ing and being forlorn around my resting place.

This is what we had printed on mass cards for my father's funeral. Someone left it in the online memorial guestbook, and we immediately decided to have it printed.

edit: Almost forgot, the title is "The Hopi Prayer"

very nice. amazing, what some may produce.