There is a poem I think it is from Europe. It's something beautiful, "Master do not cry for me". Do you know where I can find it? It helped me so much to say goodbye to my dog. My baby.
By Mom from SC
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I believe this may be the poem you are looking for:
Do not cry for me, my master
The sun is warm,
The grass is soft,
The water is cool and sweet
Do not cry for me, my master
I play with others,
The joy and strength of my youth restored
Do not cry for me, my master
Weep instead for the unloved, the unwanted,
For I was neither
Do not cry for me, my master
Remember the love that bonded us
And keep it in your heart
Do not cry for me, my master
Unless they are the tears of joy,
Copyright 1998, Dillon Pyron
I hope this is the right one.
Barbara, Thrifty Fun Staff
beautiful poem! Children should read aloud-take turns
Barbara Bless your heart this is not the poem but it is equally as beautiful. The poem I am looking for:
Master do not cry for me as I am in the wind
I am not sure if you can find what you're looking for here but even if not please at least have your speakers on because the words in the background of this link are absolutely perfect for the photo of your baby at the beaches edge!
www.funeralhelper.org/
There is also a poem, A Dog's Prayer by Beth Norman Harris, that I think is beautiful and has helped my during the loss of a pet:
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
The Rainbow Bridge is also a nice poem.
Rainbow Bridge
(Author Unknown)
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to
someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are
meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can
run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and
sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to
health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made
whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our
dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and
content, except for one small thing, they each miss someone
very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run
and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops
and looks into the distance. His/her bright eyes are intent;
his/her eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly s/he begins to
run from the group, flying over the green grass, his/her legs
carrying him/her faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend
meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted
again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again
caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting
eyes of your pet, so long gone form your life but never absent
from your heart.
Then together you and your special pet cross the Rainbow Bridge.
Oh these were lovely and I just dried my tears! I remembered my beloved Barney a German Shepard that we had from puppy til he died. These poems were very touching I hope they helped MOM in SC.
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 hush
I 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.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Mary Elizabeth Frye
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