I needed, for months after he died, to remember our rooms—
some lit by the trivial, others ample
with an obscurity that comforted us: it hid our own darkness.
So for months, duteous, I remembered:
rooms where friends lingered, rooms with our beds,
In times of loss, find poems of remembrance and comfort to provide the right words for the occasion. Browse our selection of poems about funerals, and for more, check out poems about loss in the themes menu.
|2014||Before and Every After||Marianne Boruch|
|2014||When They Die We Change Our Minds About Them||Jennifer Michael Hecht|
|2014||Etta's Elegy||Maureen Seaton|
|2014||Allegorical Baraka||Anne Waldman|
|2014||Cashel Man||Sean Frederick Forbes|
|2014||Imagine||Kamilah Aisha Moon|
|2009||Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]||Gregory Orr|