Saturday, July 05, 2014

Let Me Go

They say time heals, but I have felt that over the last six months, I have been grieving more. Today is the 3rd anniversary of my beloved mother's death ― see my previous blog

I will be 65 in a few weeks, and my husband suggested having a party. However, I said I couldn't as it would remind me too much about my 60th birthday when my lovely mother attended.

Only a few days later, whilst researching on the internet, I inadvertently came across this poem, which I feel sure she has sent me to tell me to stop grieving and enjoy myself.

Thanks Mum. We all miss you, but will let you go.

Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It’s all part of the master plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know.
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss me, but let me go.
When I am dead my dearest
Sing no sad songs for me
Plant thou no roses at my head
Nor shady cypress tree
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet
And if thou wilt remember
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not fear the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
Christina Rosetti