Stop all the clocks

W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aero-planes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good

Gone but not forgotten

by Kelsey Y. Sheppard


You were so full of life,
Always smiling and carefree,
Life loved you being a part of it,
And I loved you being a part of me.

You could make anyone laugh,
If they were having a bad day,
No matter how sad I was,
You could take the hurt away.

Nothing could ever stop you,
Or even make you fall,
You were ready to take on the world,
Ready to do it all.

But God decided he needed you,
So from this world you left,
But you took a piece of all of us,
Our hearts are what you kept.

Your seat is now empty,
And it's hard not to see your face,
But please always know this,
No one will ever take your place.

You left without a warning,
Not even saying good-bye,
And I can't seem to stop,
Asking the question why?

Nothing will ever be the same,
The halls are empty without your laughter,
But I know you're in Heaven,
Watching over us and looking after.

I didn't see this coming,
It hit me by surprise,
And when you left this world,
A small part of me died.

Your smile could brighten anyone's day,
No matter what they were going through,
And I know everyday for the rest of my life,
I'll be missing you.

Acceptance

Glen Flowers

It isn't letting go.
It's going on.
It isn't only shadows,
And it isn't only dawn.

It isn't getting through it,
It's letting it come through me.
Not living in the darkness,
Though the darkness I can see.

It's living with the sorrow
But finding memories sweet.
It's knowing that it takes both sides
To make it all complete.

It's soaking up the sunshine
Along with the rain.
It's learning to let laughter
live side by side with pain.

It's knowing that the years
Won't change a love that's real,
Or take away the joy you brought,
or the sorrow that I feel.

It's knowing tears and laughter
Can live on the same face,
And your impression in my heart
Can never be erased.