Don't Cry For Me, I'm Home

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    My mom's health hasn't been good and she wanted me to write the poem that is goin to be read at her funeral. Thank god she is still with us today, but as time goes away... her health goes down....

    Don't Cry For Me, I'm Home


    Let the tears fall from the pain
    of me going away. But don't cry
    for long. I'm still here. I never
    went away. I'm only in a deep
    sleep that lasts forever. When
    you miss me and want to cry,
    think of all the good times we
    shared together. When your
    down and feel like no one is
    around you, just look up and
    I will be there. It may not be
    my body standing in front of
    you, but look deeper and you
    will see me. I'm the flowers
    that you can't help but go
    smell. The wind that you have
    to walk in even when you
    don't want to. I'm the rain that
    you dance in. I'm the sun that
    shines down and brights your
    day. I'm the eagle that you
    see flying freely in the air.
    But don't cry when you see
    these things. Remember I'm
    in a deep sleep, free of pain,
    and I'm home. In your heart
    I will always be. I'll always
    be in the things you see. But
    please don't stand at my grave
    a weep. Cause I'm not there,
    I'm home sweet home.

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    optimistic commented on Don't Cry For Me, I'm Home

    06-27-2009

    I saw a pattern of uniqueness in this poem it kind of made me weap at the same time why is it that ending have to be so horrible, I'm glad you were able to change that statement thru this poem.

    emurray1987

    06/29/2009

    Thank you... that really means a lot to me.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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