After My Death Poem by David McLansky
After My Death
No stillness filled the air,
The Nation didn't pause
Speechless with despair;
No limousine procession
Slowly snaked the road,
Winding to the crowded hill
And my last abode;
No local politicians
Recalled the City's loss
No Abbot of the Diocese
Softly kissed his Cross;
No Mayor of the Village
Called me Mankind's Friend,
No speeches intoned over me
Recalling Life at end;
At my empty grave site
Two weeping children stood,
Summarizing all I'd done
And all I ever would.
..........truly this is one of the best poems I read today....the ending makes this poem special....
If my children should weep by my grave I would be well pleased as Joe said the rest is crap. Terrific poem
Children - the ultimate tribute - the rest is crap! Beautifully captured. Thank you. Joe Hughes on Poemhunter and at joehughes.org.uk
Totally awesome write. Those two children are far and away a greater accomplishment then any of the others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 12:35:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We all think of death I believe, and wonder what our life will have meant to those left behind. I do not believe you know the impact your words have had on the people who have had the gift of your words in their life. This poem is so moving, but ever so sad. Much admiration to you and your gift. xo