My wife says I don’t listen to her–at least I think that’s what she said.

My angel up in Heaven, I wanted you to know,
I feel you watching over me, every where i go.
I wish you were with me,but that can never be,
Memories of you within my heart, that only I can see.

My angel up in Heaven, I hope you understand,
That I would give anything, if I could hold your hand,
I’d hold you oh so tightly, and never let you go.
And all the love inside of me, to you I would show.

My angel up in Heaven, for now we are apart,
You’ll always live inside of me, deep within my heart.


Lonely is my life without you
Because life to me is not the same
All this world would be like Heaven
Just to have you back again.
Many a tear I have shed
Since I lost you.
Many more continue to fall
Since you tool my happiness with you,
The happiest hours of all.
Are in teh quiet thought i live again,
The days that used to be,
The days of love and devotion
The days of your and me.


Although you can’t be here with me,
We’re truly not apart,
Until the final breath I take,
You’ll be living in my heart
My heart still aches in sadness
My silent tears still flow,
For what is meant to lose you
Not one will ever know.


If Roses Grow In Heaven
If roses grow in heaven,

Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.

Tell her I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.

Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
— Anonymous



Every day without you,
Since you had to go
Is like a summer without sun
And winter without snow.

You know I talk to you daily
And always have lots to say,
But it has changed so very much,
Since you had to go away.

I always feel you close to me
And though you’re far from sight,
I’m glad you came to me and said
“Everything will be alright.”


The years are quickly passing
Though still we can’t forget
For un the hearts that loved you
Your memory lingers yet.

My thoughts I give to you
As the long hours go by.
Thinking of the things we used to do
And say, just you and I.
Sometimes they make me smile,
Sometimes they make me cry,
But are precious to me alone,
Memories of you and I.



Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow today–
Life is fading fast away:
But, my darling, you will be
Always young and fair to me;
Yes, my darling, you will be
Always young and fair to me.

When your hair is silver white,
And your cheeks no longer bright
With the roses of the May
I will kiss your lips and say;
O, my darling, mine alone,
You have never older grown–
Yes, my darling, mine alone,
You have never older grown.

Love can never more grow old–
Locks may lose their brown and gold,
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the hearts that love will know
Never, Winter’s frost and chill;
Summer warmth is in them still;
Never, Winter’s frost and chill
Summer warmth is in them still

Love is always young and fair
What to us is silver hair,
Faded cheeks or steps grown slow
To the heart that beats below?
Since I kissed you, mine alone,
You have never older grown–
Since I kissed you, mine alone,
You have never older grown.
Eben E. Rexford.


You’ve just walked on ahead of me
And I’ve got to understand
You must release the ones you love
And let go of their hand.
I try and cope the best I can
But I’m missing you so much
If I could only see you
And once more feel your touch.
Yes, you’ve just walked on ahead of me
Don’t worry I’ll be fine
But now and then I swear I feel
Your hand slip into mine.
— Anonymous


To My Dear And Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were loved by wife, than thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor aught by love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way reply;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere,
That when we live no more we may live ever.
— Anne Bradstock, Anglo American poet and Puritan (1612 – 1672)


Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
— W.H. Auden, poet (1907 – 1973)