request and a poem

[theprohibition]

My mother was just diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins lymphoma and has not been given much time left to live.  Please, leave poetry about deaths and losing family members or even getting over it or anything that can make me feel better.  I can't imagine poetry failing me now.

In return:
Why A Man Cannot Have Wings - Alfian bin Sa'at
Because he will crash

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[winter156]

Go Down, Death by James Weldon Johnson

[duathir]

Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints upon the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain and
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am that swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.