Chapters (98)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Foreword
- REMEMBER ME WHEN I AM GONE AWAY …
- ‘Remember me when I am gone away’
- Heaven-Haven
- Life Goes On
- Living Each Day
- ‘Death is nothing at all’
- Remember Me
- ‘I’m here for a short visit only’
- ‘No longer mourn for me when I am dead’
- If Death is Kind
- Fare Well
- When I Died
- ‘Because I could not stop for Death’
- ‘I see myself now at the end of my journey’
- Requiem
- ‘I thought I’d write my own obituary’
- Think of Me Then
- The New Path
- Footprints in the Sand
- The Book
- The Legacy
- ‘A thing of beauty is a joy for ever’
- When I Have Fears
- A Song of Living
- ‘I should like to be buried in a summer forest’
- ‘I would not have a god come in’
- I’ve Made Out a Will
- Coda
- Rest
- Prayer
- A TINY LAMP HAS GONE OUT IN MY TENT …
- ‘You must not shut the night inside you’
- Prayer for the Little Daughter between Death and Burial
- Epitaph on a Child
- On the Death of a Child
- Four Candles
- Too Soon
- Requiescat
- ‘Promise you won’t forget about me, ever’
- HE WAS MY NORTH, MY SOUTH, MY EAST AND WEST …
- Funeral Blues
- ‘Music, when soft voices die’
- ‘As birds are fitted to the boughs’
- Farewell, Sweet Dust
- Echo
- The Kaleidoscope
- Verses Written on Her Deathbed at Bath to Her Husband in London
- A Widow’s Hymn
- ‘Time does not bring relief’
- Tomorrows
- ‘Never more will the wind’
- Marriage and Death
- Inseparable
- ‘Dear gentle soul, who went so soon away’
- In Memoriam E. S.
- WORN FEATURES OF ANCESTRAL MOULD …
- Highland Graveyard
- ‘Another and another and another’
- ‘Fear no more the heat o’ the sun’
- ‘By ways remote and distant waters sped’
- ‘Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore’
- Elegy
- I Wish You Enough
- While I Slept
- ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’
- Coat
- ‘The rooms and days we wandered through’
- The Friend
- ‘You can shed tears that she is gone’
- Inside Our Dreams
- Traditional Gaelic Blessing
- TO EVERY THING THERE IS A SEASON …
- ‘To every thing there is a season’
- ‘Our revels now are ended’
- So Many Different Lengths of Time
- ‘Come, fill the Cup’
- ‘Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth’
- ‘Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels’
- ‘Death be not proud’
- ‘Home is where one starts from’
- Dirge without Music
- ‘don’t tell me that I mourn too much’
- All Things Pass
- Earth
- On Death
- Gone from My Sight
- The Wheel
- Live Your Life
- Prayer
- Old Irish Toast
- For My Own Tomb-stone
- Notes
- Acknowledgements
- JULIA WATSON
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me, you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Rossetti (1830–94)
Heaven-Haven
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89)
Life Goes On
If I should go before the rest of you,
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone
Nor when I’m gone speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must,
Parting is hell,
But life goes on,
So sing as well.
Joyce Grenfell (1910–79)
Living Each Day
Now I am gone, now I am lost to you
Find me again just as you used to do:
In the house – when you go from room to room you’ll find
The bits and pieces that I’ve left behind.
In the street – of course… I’ve stopped to window-shop;
You carry on, my love, I’ll catch you up.
At night – as darkness slowly fills the sky:
I’m late; don’t fret; I’ll be there by and by.
At morning – when the sky is still blue-black,
I had to go out early: I’ll be back.
In sunshine – as you peer into the glare –
A shape that seems to be both light and air.
In rain – as you look out and people pass –
One leaves a reflection printed on the glass.
In the garden – when you doze away the hours
I pass with a smile on my face, and my arms full of flowers.
Lisa Kitson (1961– )
‘Death is nothing at all’
Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way that you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes 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 effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.