These poems are about remembrance

My Mother and Your Grandma

 My Mother and your Grandma has passed away from us.

It happened very suddenly. There was very little fuss.

She’s been poorly for a little while but she rarely did complain.

She knew that even if she did, there was not much to gain.

 

She’s up in Heaven now, we know, your Grandma and my Mum

She’s gone into God’s loving care. There’s no more can be done.

When she got mad she's scold us, with her sometimes, stinging tongue

But even then she loved us, your Grandma and my Mum.

 

The future looks so bleak today, our memories all we keep

To treasure now and onwards whilst she now rests in sleep

And though it’s very hard to bear, remember just one thing.

She loved and kept us in her care. We were her precious things.

 

She was so scared of thunder and lightning in the sky

And yet she’d stand before all else, to protect us, you and I

 

And though it really hurts us all, far more than words can say

And we will miss those great days out now that she’s gone away

Remember that she’s in God’s care for this and every day.

 

I’ll miss her very, very much. I know you will as well.

But we really are the lucky ones, because we knew her well.

And so my Sons as we let go of your Grandma and my Mum

Let no one doubt our love for her and in some time to come

Remember all the times we shared with one for whom we care

And take solace that she’s now in peace, released into God’s care

In Remembrance

 

A billion tears have been shed

Since that fateful day last year

A billion tears of sorrow

For those no longer here

 

The pain is just as strong today

12 months have gone so fast

The carnage of ground zero

The images that last

 

A day of terror and dismay

Of victims and of heroes

The pictures flashed up on our screens

So full of I don’t knows

 

The mobile phones still ringing

Answer phone messages play

And are saved by victims loved ones

Reminders of that day

 

The horror of that fateful day

Both shocked and stunned the world

The shockwaves still reverberate

Through newsreels seen and heard

 

Friends torn apart by tragedy

And families losing too

The children orphaned in their scores

Widows and widowers too

 

So where are we 12 months along?

What lessons have been learned?

I’m not sure what the answer is

We know that we were burned

 

To victims and their families

Our love and prayers for you

You’re in our thoughts especially

Today and all year through

We hope and pray that you will find

Some solace in our words

That you ARE loved and cared for

By others in this world

 

And if our prayers do help you

And if our words can ease

The burden and the hurt you feel

Then we would ask you please

Do not give up and do not fear

For you are in our minds

Today, tomorrow and all year

You’ll not get left behind

 

So when your tears are shed once more

Remember we are here

A shoulder you can cry upon

A friend to share your tears

 

And as we all look forward

And try to heal the pain

May all our prayers be granted

May this not happen again

 

September the 11th

Will never be the same

The different scars we carry

Are really all the same

 

But together we can find the hope

The hope for going on

Together we can build again

Together we are strong

Our love from each and everyone

Is sent worldwide to you

On this tragic anniversary

We are simply here for you

Remember, remember

 

A year has past and yet we find the hurt is still as strong

As too the hatred among us of those who did the wrong

What have we learned from this tragedy, this outrage that we saw

Terrorist activity in the extreme, the twin towers stand no more

 

Sure we remember those that died, the emergency services too

And their relatives and those who survived, our thoughts and prayers for you

So here we are, 12 long months have passed, are we in better shape?

Ground zero cleared, well as good as now, no more evidence of rape

 

The politicians’ answer was strike back at those who brought the terror

Public support was at its peak, civilians died in error

Afghanistan was bombed once more, the terror reign to break

Find and destroy El Quaida, there was so much at stake

An yet the man they searched for escaped the trap they’d set

He’s still at large and scheming more atrocities I’d bet

An now attention has been turned to another Muslim state

The allied bombers drop their load at an alarming rate

 

We’re supposed to be so civilized, all equal under God

And yet we bring terror too, to those of a different God

So now we have some victims, on both sides of the world

But it’s OK because we’re right, at least that is the word

So have we learned a damn thing? Has this year been all in vain?

Sure the people understand the need, the horror and the pain

But do the politicians? Their words say that they do!

But do their deeds and dealings bring help to me and you?

 

But wait let’s talk remembrance for those that lost their lives

Let’s mourn and wish and hope and pray that the day will soon arrive

When we can all live side by side, in peace and harmony

Is that too much to ask for? Not as far as I can see

 

  All poems / songs Copyright Protected © Robert Leslie 2002

 

 

Death is nothing at all

 

“Death is nothing at all…I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you… Whatever we were to each other that we are still.

Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together. Play, smile, think of me,pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is absolute unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.”

 

Written by Canon Scott Holland (1847 – 1918)