Poems & Readings,

This page holds a collection of just some of my favourite readings and poems, I update it frequently as I gather new material through the lovely families that I meet.

Poetry and readings are like paintings - they are very much a personal choice and it is so important that I help you find something that is the right 'fit' for you (If of course you want one).

Listening to poetry is often better than reading it - I have recorded some popular poems and I update the page frequently, click HERE to listen.

I also write poetry, if this is something that you would be interested in please contact me.


She Is Gone (He Is Gone)

You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived


You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left


Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared


You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday


You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on


You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want: smile,

Open your eyes, love and go on.

David Harkins


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.

Christina Rossetti



​Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was walking along the beach with my Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You'd walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life, there was only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why, when I needed You the most,

You would leave me."

He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testing’s.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you."

Mary Fishback Powers


I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.

I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.

I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

Helen Lowrie Marshall



Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.


I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain. 


When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.


Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)

Mary Elizabeth Frye



Life Well Lived

A life well lived is a precious gift, of hope and strength and grace,
From someone who has made our world a brighter, better place. 


It's filled with moments, sweet and sad, with smiles and sometimes tears,
With friendships formed and good times shared,

and laughter through the years. 


A life well lived is a legacy, of joy and pride and pleasure,
A living, lasting memory our grateful heart's will treasure. 



Beyond The Empty Chair

Look beyond the empty chair. To know a life well spent
Look beyond the solitude - to days of true content

Cherish in your broken heart, each moment gladly shared
And feel the touch of memory. Beyond the empty chair.



An extract from ‘No Matter What’

Small said: “But what about when you’re dead and gone? Would you love me then? Does love go on?”

Large held Small snug as they looked out at the night, at the moon in the dark and the stars shining bright. “Small, look at the stars – how they shine and glow. Yet some of those stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies… love, like starlight, never dies”.

Debi Gliori



Death Is Nothing At All

Death is nothing at all - It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you,
And the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.


Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 that we enjoyed 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and 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 but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Henry Scott-Holland​



The Dash

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend,
He referred to the dates on the gravestone from the beginning...to the end.


He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.


For that dash represents all the time that they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.


For it matters not, how much we own - the cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.


So, think about this long and hard. Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left that can still be rearranged.


If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand the way other people feel.


And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.


If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile,
Remembering this special dash might only last a little while.


So, when your eulogy is being read with your life's actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent YOUR dash?

Linda Ellis

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me - I carry it in my heart,

I am never without it, anywhere I go - you go, my dear,

And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling.
I fear no fate - for you are my fate, my sweet.

I want no world - for beautiful, you are my world, my true
And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life.

Which grows higher than soul can hope, or mind can hide
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart - I carry it in my heart… 

E.E Cummings


One At Rest

Think of me as one at rest, for me you should not weep

I have no pain no troubled thoughts for I am just asleep


The living thinking me that was, is now forever still

And life goes on without me now, as time forever will.


If your heart is heavy now because I’ve gone away

Dwell not long upon it friend - for none of us can stay


 Those of you who liked me, I sincerely thank you all

And those of you who loved me, I thank you most of all.


And in my fleeting lifespan, as time went rushing by

I found some time to hesitate, to laugh, to love, to cry


 Matters it now if time began, If time will ever cease?

I was here, I used it all, and now I am at peace.

A J Stanley



Two Days

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry,
Two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.
One of these days is Yesterday with its mistakes and cares,

its faults and blunders, its aches and pains.
Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.
We cannot undo a single act we performed,


We cannot erase a single word we said.
Yesterday is gone.
The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow
with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Tomorrow is beyond our immediate control.
Tomorrow’s sun will rise, either in splendour or behind a mask of clouds,
But it will rise - Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.
This leaves only one day – Today.
Any man can fight the battles of just one day.
It is only when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities,

Yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down.
It is not the experience of Today that drives men mad,

It is remorse and bitterness for something which happened Yesterday

And the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.



Intimations of Immortality

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.

William Wordsworth


We let you go

Into the freedom of wind and sunshine
We let you go
Into the dance of the stars and the planets
We let you go
Into the wind’s breath and the hands of the star maker
We let you go
We love you, we miss you, we want you to be happy
Go safely, go dancing, go running home.

Ruth Burgess



You’ve Just Walked on Ahead of Me

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.

Joyce Grenfell


When I have moved beyond you in the adventure of life,
Gather in some pleasant place and there remember me
With spoken words, old and new.

Let a tear if you will, but let a smile come quickly
For I have loved the laughter of life.

Do not linger too long with your solemnities.

Go eat and talk, and when you can;
Follow a woodland trail, climb a high mountain,
Walk along the wild seashore,
Chew the thoughts of some book
Which challenges your soul.

Use your hands some bright day
To make a thing of beauty
Or to lift someone’s heavy load.

Though you mention not my name,
Though no thought of me crosses your mind,
I shall be with you,
For these have been the realities of my life for me.

And when you face some crisis with anguish.

When you walk alone with courage,
When you choose your path of right,
I shall be very close to you.

I have followed the valleys,
I have climbed the heights of life.

Arnold Crompton


If only life 
If only life could just stand still at some appropriate time,
When every day is fragrant and bright, and the sun constantly shines.


But life cannot stand still, and to live,

we must have our share of heartache and fears;

For we never could help another's sad heart

If we hadn't known tears through the years.



The Life That I Have

The life that I have Is all that I have,

and the life that I have Is yours.

The love that I have, of the life that I have

Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have A rest I shall have

Yet death will be but a pause

For the peace of my years in the long green grass,

will be yours

and yours and yours.

Leo Marks


Simple Message

Blessed are those who give meaning to our lives,

And precious is the example they leave behind.

May our sorrows diminish as we recall their strength.
May their wisdom protect us and help us to live.
Let our grief be transformed into tenderness

For those who are still with us


Remember Me

To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea

Remember me.

As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty

Remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity

Remember me.

Remember me in your heart, your thoughts,

your memories of the times we loved,

The times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will never be gone.

Margaret Mead


The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace

After the clouds, the sunshine,
after the winter, the spring,
after the shower, the rainbow,
for life is a changeable thing.
After the night, the morning,
bidding all darkness cease,
after life’s cares and sorrows,
the comfort and sweetness of peace.

Helen Steiner Rice



Loving Memories (Your Gentle Face)
Your gentle face and patient smile - with sadness we recall,
You had a kindly word for each - and died beloved by all.


The voice is mute and stilled the heart, that loved us well and true,
Ah, bitter was the trial to part, from one so good as you.


You are not forgotten loved one, nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memory last - we will remember thee.


We miss you now, our hearts are sore,

As time goes by we miss you more.

Your loving smile, your gentle face,

No one can fill your empty place.
Author Unknown


Parable On Immortality

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 until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and the sky come down to mingle with each other. 

Then someone at my side says, “There she goes.”

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 just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination.  Her diminished size is in me, not in her.  And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There she goes”, there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

Henry Van Dyke

Last Journey

There is a train at the station with a seat reserved just for me
I'm excited about its destination as I’ve heard it sets you free

The trials and tribulations - the pain and stress we breathe
Don't exist where I am going, only happiness I believe

I hope that you will be there to wish me on my way
It's not a journey you can join in - it’s not your time today

There'll be many destinations - Some are happy, some are sad
Each one a brief reminder, of the great times that we've had

Many friends I know are waiting, who took an earlier train
To greet and reassure me, that nothing has really changed

We’ll take the time together, to catch up on the past
To build a new beginning, one that will always last

One day you'll take your journey, on the train just like me
And I promise that I'll be there, at the station and you will see

That life is just a journey, enriched by those you meet
No-one can take that from you, it's always yours to keep

But now as no seat is vacant, you will have to muddle through
Make sure you fulfil your ambitions, as you know I’ll be watching you

And if there’s an occasion, to mention who you knew
Speak kindly of that person, as one day it will be you

Now I can’t except this ending and as it's time for me to leave
Please make haste to the reception, to enjoy my drinks, they're free!
Timothy Coote

At times like this

We may look through books for the perfect words
To give form to our feelings, make the thing complete,
Set the matter at rest.


But in the hours of searching, each piece lies rejected:
Too precise, too difficult - too harsh, not relevant,
Implying what we do not wish.

But look into the grey wide sky, and the thoughts will come like this,


Remember me when I loved you most - and you loved me most.
Remember me when I was my bravest - and when I did you right.


Then let that be our secret bond,
And just once let us rise in the morning and enjoy the light,
And know that the bird in the mist is returning to the sun.
David Lott



Remember Only My Best

When I come to the end of my journey

And I travel my last weary mile,

Just forget if you can any frowns –

And remember only my smile.


Forget any dark words spoken,                         


But remember the good I have done.

Forget that there ever was heartache,

Just remember the laughter and fun.


Forget that I stumbled and blundered

And sometimes fell by the way;

Remember – I fought some hard battles,

And won some, by close of the day.


So do not grieve for my going,

And don’t be sad for a day,

But in Summer just gather some flowers

And come to the place where I lay,


And then in the shade of the evening,

When the sun paints the sky in the west;

Stand for a moment beside me –

And remember only my best.



When I Am Dead, My Dearest

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 feel 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.



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

Native American Poem

I give you this one thought to keep.
I am with you still. I do not sleep.


I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.


I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.


When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush


of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.


Do not think of me as gone.
I am with you still in each new dawn.


Our Hero 
This world has many heroes; you know many of them by name,
it’s apparent that they gave their best and deserve their fame.
But among all of the heroes this world has ever had,
there’s not one we admire more than our precious Dad.

He’s more than just a hero; he never looks for praise,
he’s heroic in his quiet strength and in his caring ways.
He may not be famous as those you hear about or see,
but he’s everything and so much more a hero ought to be.

He keeps his word, it’s good as gold, on this you can depend.
He’s honest and he’s loyal too; we’re proud that he’s our friend.
When we hear about a hero and the special things they’ve done,
it reminds us of our Dad, for he’s the greatest one.


Dear Friends I go 
Dear friends I go, but do not weep;
I've lived my life, so full and deep.

Throughout my life, I gave my best,
I earned my keep, I've earned my rest.

I never tried to be great or grand,
I tried to be a helping hand.

If I helped in a team, if I helped on my own,
It was more than repaid by good family and friends I have known;
And if I went the extra mile, 
I did it with pleasure - it was all worthwhile.

If I brightened your path, then let it be
A small contribution from my loved ones and me;

Now sadly I leave you and travel alone
Through a mystic veil to the great unknown,

With such beautiful memories that will forever be
The way that I hope you'll remember me.



If I Should Go

If I should go before the rest of you,

break not a flower nor inscribe a stone

Nor when I’m gone speak in a Sunday voice

But be the usual selves that I have known.


Weep if you must - Parting is Hell

But life goes on - So sing as well.

Joyce Grenfell

Roads Go Ever On

Roads go ever, ever on, Over rock and under tree,

By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea;


Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June,

Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon.


Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star,

Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar.


Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone

Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known.


Roads go ever on and on Out from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone, Let others follow it who can!


Let them a journey new begin,

But I at last with weary feet will turn towards the lighted inn,

My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

J. R. R. Tolkien


Not, how did he die, but how did he live?

Not, how did he die, but how did he live?
Not, what did he gain, but what did he give?

These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of his birth.

Nor what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?

Was he ever ready, with words of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away?


So Many Different Lengths of Time

How long does a man live after all?
A thousand days or only one?
One week or a few centuries?
How long does a man spend living or dying
and what do we mean when we say gone forever?

Adrift in such preoccupations, we seek clarification.
We can go to the philosophers
but they will weary of our questions.
We can go to the priests and rabbis
but they might be busy with administrations.

So, how long does a man live after all?
And how much does he live while he lives?
We fret and ask so many questions -
then when it comes to us
the answer is so simple after all.

A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,
for as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,
for as long as we ourselves live,
holding memories in common, a man lives.

His lover will carry his man’s scent, his touch:
his children will carry the weight of his love.
One friend will carry his arguments,
another will hum his favourite tunes,
another will still share his terrors.

And the days will pass with baffled faces,
then the weeks, then the months,
then there will be a day when no question is asked,
and the knots of grief will loosen in the stomach
and the puffed faces will calm.
And on that day he will not have ceased
but will have ceased to be separated by death.
How long does a man live after all?
A man lives so many different lengths of time.


Don’t weep for me
Don’t weep for me, for it was time
to slip life’s bonds and soar and climb. 
Do not grieve for what is past,
for bodies are not meant to last.
Expendable, their only role
a growing medium for the soul.

Don’t store my books, don’t wear my rings
or cling to clothes or other things
of sentimental value, for
you do not need them anymore.

Browse through photos for a while,
but only if they make you smile
and call to mind how much we cared,
the things we did, the times we shared;
but do not sigh and wish them back,
or dress yourself in hopeless black,
for clouds will part and larks will rise –
the wheel must turn to make us wise.

And this is how ‘twill ever be:
I’m part of you, you’re part of me.
At every dawning’s golden flare,
each velvet nightfall, I’ll be there.

On woodland walk, by tossing sea,
some elemental part of me
will ride the wind and sing its song,
for each to each we all belong.

Your happiness will set me free;
beloved, do not weep for me.




Our Mother kept a Garden 
Our Mother kept a garden,
a garden of the heart;
she planted all the good things
that gave our lives their start.

She turned us to the sunshine
and encouraged us to dream,
fostering and nurturing
the seeds of self-esteem.

And when the winds and rains came
she protected us enough;
but not too much because she knew
we should stand up strong and tough.

Her constant good example
always taught us right from wrong,
markers for our pathway
that will last a lifetime long.

I am my mother’s garden,
I am her legacy,
And I hope today she feels the love

Reflected back from me




Life can never stay the same - No matter how we try
Our hands can never stop the clock of life from ticking by
But love remains, unchanging, In the care of sorrowing hearts
For as the love of life is stilled - The love of memory starts


In Memory Of Anyone Unknown To Me

At this particular time I have no one particular person to grieve for, Though there must be many,

Many unknown ones going to dust slowly,

not remembered for what they have done or left undone.


For these, then, I will grieve
Being impartial, unable to deceive.

How they lived, or died, is quite unknown, and,

by that fact gives my grief purity
An important person quite apart from me
Or one obscure who drifted down alone.


Both or all I remember, have a place.
For these I never encountered face to face.

Sentiment will creep in. I cast it out wishing to give these classical repose,
No epitaph, no poppy and no rose

From me, and certainly no wish to learn about
The way they lived or died. - In earth or fire

they are gone - simply because they were human, I admire.



My Journey’s Just Begun

Don't think of me as gone away - My journey's just begun
Life holds so many facets, this earth is only one
Just think of me as resting, from the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort, where there are no days and years
Think of how I must be wishing, that you could know today
How nothing but your sadness, can really go away
And think of me as living, In the hearts of those I touched
For nothing loved is ever lost - And I know I was loved so much

Ellen Brenneman

It's Strange

It's strange we don't appreciate, the things we see each day
We never know their value, until they're cruelly snatched away
Things I took for granted then, her voice, her smile, her touch
I always knew I loved her - but I never knew how much



Life’s Lessons 
You may have thought we didn’t see - or that we hadn’t heard
life’s lessons that you taught us - but we got every word.

Perhaps you thought we missed it all and that we’d grown apart,
But Mum, we picked up everything - it’s written on our hearts.

Without you, Mum, we wouldn’t be the people we are today.
You built a strong foundation - no-one can take away.

We’ve grown up with your values and we’re very glad we did,
So here’s to you, dear Mum, from your ever grateful kids.



Winnie the pooh

If ever there is a tomorrow when we're not together,

there is something you must always remember…

You are braver than you believe. Stronger than you seem

and smarter than you think.

But the most important thing is

even if we are apart I'll always be with you.

Walt Disney



Something Beautiful Remains

The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.

The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains.
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.

Martha Vashti Pearson


A Life Well Lived

Ready or not, someday life will end, there will be no more sunrises, years, months, weeks, days, or hours, no more messages, calls or e-mails to be returned.


Everything that has been collected, be it treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Wealth, fame, and perceived power will shrivel to irrelevance, it will not matter what was owned or what was owed.


Grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear, so too will hopes, ambitions, plans, and ‘To Do’ Lists.

The wins and losses that once seemed so important, will fade away.

It won't matter where you were born or what side of town you have lived.
It won't matter if you slept on the streets, rented, or owned a house.
It won't matter whether you were clever, beautiful, or brilliant.
Gender, skin colour, ethnicity or beliefs will be irrelevant.


So, what WILL matter?

What will be the measure of your days, weeks and years passed?

How will your life be valued?

What will matter is not what you bought - but what you have chosen to build.
Not what you received - but what you have shared and given.

What will matter is not the level of success - but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned - but what you have taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage and sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to copy your example.

What will matter is not your competence - but your integrity and character.

What will matter is not how many people you have known, rich or poor - but how many will miss you when you are gone.

What will matter are not your faded memories - but the memories of those who know and love you.

What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom, and for what reasons.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident, it's not a matter of circumstance - It is one made of choice; one of your own choosing.


And in so doing, you dance and write your name with destiny - you chose to live a life that matters.

Adapted from original work by Donna Maris



Goodbye my family my life is past,

I loved you all to the very last.

Weep not for me but courage take,

Love each other for my sake.

For those you love don’t go away,

They walk beside you every day.

Frances Day



If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream—and not make dreams your master.

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim.

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same.

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss.

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling