Poems about grief and healing
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Letting Go: Beautiful poem for funeral, memorial service, at time of dying
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Grief has taught me that loving is pretty similar to living: maybe, two lines in the same poem. Read these poems about grief to remember that death is part of the circle of life. If you want to decorate your home with poetry, or gift it to someone you care about, go here to see what I've been making. In the moments we wake up crying, the car rides with tears streaming, grief is our companion. When everyone moves on, forgetting our loss, grief remembers. Get this handwritten poetry print to keep on your walls or nightstand, or give it as a gift when you don't know what else to give. Tell me in the comments.
One of the most tragic and traumatic losses life can deal out to a person is the death of a son. The death of a son means the loss of more than just a precious life. It represents the loss of future experiences and future hopes. No parent is prepared for the loss of a child, and when it happens, their world is changed forever. The grief, guilt, and anguish felt are acute and lasting.
Grieving allows us to heal, to remember with love rather than pain.
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A family is like a body. - Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
Some time ago I wrote an article for Hello Grief about grief and music. The article received a number of comments and lists of additional songs that have helped others on their grief journey. This response has emboldened me to share what, for me and others I know, is a similar power for healing that can be found in poetry. Poetry is not for everyone, but it works for me. Like lyrics in a song which is poetry set to music , it can speak to the heart in ways that prose cannot. I once read a poem at a Comfort Zone Camp Saturday night bonfire, where we say good by to loved ones lost. It offers simple pleasure, complicated joy, and even, at times, healing.
The love lives on - Me. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain.