Poem – Rainbow Bridge

RAINBOW BRIDGE

(Inspired by a Norse legend)

By the edge of  a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and. woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge, they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met.
Together again, both person and pet.
So, they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over together.

Poem – Death: A beginning

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, “There she is gone.” Gone where?” Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!” And that is dying.

–  Henry Van Dyke

 

 

The Whisper of Your Name

There are days when things are hard,
that’s the day you speak to my heart.
There are days when i need a boost,
that’s the day you give my heart a push.
There are days the tears keep gushing,
that’s the day you will say hush please don’t cry hush.
There are many days, and that many days since you left,
That everyday you try to put a smile on my face.
There are many days, and that many days since you came to me,
That everyday you gave me all your physical strength to me.
There are many days, we speak joyfully, in a language where no one speaks
and that everyday we meet, i know my heart is in a joyous freak.
There are many days, we meet. Where no one have ever been,
and that everyday you tell me how  you have been.
There are many days, everything seems real,
and that everyday I know everything  IS REAL.
So that everyday passed, I know you are safe and happy,
and that everyday, my heart is happy.
I know it’s just a whisper of your name, and we will meet at that special realm.

-Take care dearest Prashanth and I know you are safe.

Natasha (Asha)

“How Do You Say Goodbye?”

I love poems. And I love reading poems and looking for poems that reflect my feelings when Prashanth left to his eternal home.  I found this poem on a random search – and it really depicts my feelings.

Those who know me very well, know that I prefer not to show pain and suffering on my face instead I always put on  a brave front and a happy face.

– Natasha

 “How Do You Say Goodbye?”

When you find a love so perfect
One that you’re sure is meant to be
One that fills all your senses
And makes you feel complete
One that brings contentment,
Peace, hope and joy, too
How do you say goodbye
To the other half of you?

When you find a love so beautiful
One that awakens all your dreams
One that brings such happiness
And makes you feel carefree
How do you find the strength
To simply let it go;
How do you say goodbye
To a part of your soul?

Always loving you Prashanth,
Natasha (Asha)

Poem – Suffering A Loss

While I was surfing the internet about after life, I came across a poem. As I read it, I initially felt that it was written for me and my husband as almost all the contents closely reflect on our own experience. Only now I realised that the feelings are generally the same of all those who have parted their loved ones immaterial who they are and where they come from. As humans we all have the same feelings.
Reading this will help anyone to understand what a griever goes through and how we could avoid saying certain things. Unfortunately I am not able to trace who wrote this poem. Please forward this poem to those whom you think would read it.  
Krish
Poem about suffering a loss
Unless you’ve lost a child…….then
Don’t ask us if we are over it yet. We’ll never be over it.
A part of us died with our child.
Don’t tell us they are in a better place.
They are not here with us, where they belong.
Don’t say at least they are not suffering.
We haven’t come to terms with why they suffered at all.
Don’t tell us at least we have other children.
Which of your children would you have sacrificed?
Don’t ask us if we feel better.
Bereavement isn’t a condition that clears up.
Don’t force your beliefs on us.
Not all of us have the same faith.
Don’t tell us at least we had our child for so many years.
What year would you choose for your child to die?
Don’t tell us God never gives us more than we can bear.
Right now we don’t feel we can handle anything else.
Don’t avoid us. We don’t have a contagious disease, just unbearable pain.
Don’t tell us you know how we feel, unless you have lost a child.
No other loss can compare to losing a child. It’s not the natural order of things.
Don’t take our anger personally.
We don’t know who we are angry at or why and lash out at those closest to us.
Don’t whisper behind us when we enter a room.
We are in pain, but not deaf.
Don’t stop calling us after the initial loss.
Our grief does not stop there and we need to know others are thinking of us.
Don’t be offended when we don’t return calls right away.
We take each moment as it comes and some are worse than others.
Don’t tell us to get on with our lives.
We each grieve differently and in our own time frame.
Grief can not be governed by any clock or calendar.
Do say you are sorry. We’re sorry, too, and you saying
that you share our sorrow is far better than saying any of those
tired cliches you don’t really mean anyway. Just say you’re sorry.
Do put your arms around us and hold us.
We need your strength to get us through each day.
Do say you remember our child, if you do.
Memories are all we have left and we cherish them.
Do let us talk about our child.
Our child lived and still lives on in our hearts, forever.
Do mention our child’s name. It will not make us sad or hurt our feelings.
Do let us cry. Crying is an important part of the grief process.
Cry with us if you want to.
Do remember us on special dates.
Our child’s birth date, death date and holidays are
a very lonely and difficult time for us without our child.
Do send us cards on those dates saying you remember our child.
We do.
Do show our family that you care.
Sometimes we forget to do that in our own pain.
Do be thankful for children.
Nothing hurts us worse than seeing other people in pain.
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