Splet20. mar. 2024 · In the late 1980s I saw a lovely piece of calligraphy in a craft show. It was a poem about the death of a cat and, as far s I can remember it, it talked about the things that the cat had done, eg climbing trees. It was about a cat at the end of its life and I think it was just about to be taken to the vet for the last time. Splet11. dec. 2024 · Sonnet to My Mother. Sonnet to My Mother by George Barker is the type of poem that rolls off the tongue, making it a good choice for a reading at a funeral or memorial service. The poem paints the picture of the mother as a resilient, powerful force that is unmovable. The poem was written as a remembrance for Barker's deceased …
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SpletBoth are represented in “Echo.”. This poem captures the pain of losing a loved one and the longing to feel their presence in any form. By Christina Rossetti. Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright. As sunlight on a stream; Splet07. okt. 2011 · The Uses of Sorrow Mary Oliver. (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me. a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand. … fresh soundz
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SpletThus it is with the memories of past sorrows. They emerge from the sea which has swallowed up so much else. We cannot forget our early griefs and bereavements. But we must not permit them to obliterate the appreciation of present mercies. We must hear the voice of the Master, saying, Thy brother, thy sister, thy child shall rise again. Splet29. nov. 2024 · By the time her final period of youth had ended, she had outlived her husbands and children alike, and was said to be the maternal ancestor of every Irish man and tribe. Family Tree Consorts Mythology While many of the Cailleach’s myths have faded from memory, a number of rituals and traditions still exist. Collecting Firewood SpletRemember Me. Speak of me as you have always done. Remember the good times, laughter, and fun. Share the happy memories we’ve made. Do not let them wither or fade. I’ll be with you in the summer’s sun. And when the winter’s chill has come. I’ll be the voice that whispers in the breeze. I’m peaceful now, put your mind at ease. father benedictus bran nue dae