All Is Well


Dearest Gran'ma Jeanne Maxine:
I hold a vigil inside my head,
though you aren't yet not quite dead.
Nothing has changed.
Everything has changed.

Death is nothing at all--Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped 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 in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.

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Debbie said…
I'm sorry to hear your grandma is not well. Thank you for sharing the poem.
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