Funerals

Just close your eyes and you will see

All the memories that you have of me

Just sit and relax and you will find

I’m really still there inside your mind

Don’t cry for me now I’m gone

For I am in the land of song

There is no pain, there is no fear

So dry away that silent tear

Don’t think of me in the dark and cold

For here I am, no longer old

I’m in that place that’s filled with love

Known to you all, as “up above”

Anon

So, weep not for me when I am gone,

For I have lived to see and feel

The sun rise brilliant yellow above the sea

And set in golden glory over distant fields.

And watched the angry sea lash with

Giant waves, the rocky cliffs,

And, in calmer mood, lap gently up

The sandy beach.

I have smelt the fragrant scent of rose and lilac,

Of honeysuckle and new mown grass,

The pungent smell of fresh sawn cedar wood and pine,

And the salty breeze, spume-blown and foam edged

North Sea breakers.

Then weep not for me,

No greater experience can be mine.

Anon