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The slits on my Arms

At the traffic light
Of my life,
When you caressed my hair
And touched me
Through slits of my cherry shirt
With gentle silky finger,
As if there were a rose framed
In each small window on my arm —
I drank your sounds deep
Of awakening roses,
Light flowed sky blue
From your eyes
And flooded all
The shimmering tongues
At the source
Of my being.

By Anonymous

I did not die

I did not die

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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

Author unknown

Turn again to life

If I should die and leave you here a while,
be not like others sore undone,
who keep long vigil by the silent dust.
For my sake turn again to life and smile,
nerving thy heart and trembling hand
to do something to comfort other hearts than thine.
Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine
and I perchance may therein comfort you.

By Mary Lee Hall, read at the funeral of Princess Diana
by her eldest sister, Lady Sarah McCorquodale