The little things around the house are what will hurt the most When someone goes beyond the sky to join the heavenly host. Her pen or book or plate or cup -- we did not think that such A simple thing she knew in life in death could mean so much. Not yonder there amid the stones of granite is her tomb; It lies within this very house, within her very room. There stands the bed in which she slept, the chair in which she sat, Her little dress -- God, how the heart will leap at sight of that! We'll lay the little dress away, she will not need it more; She has a fairer garb to wear upon a fairer shore. Another in her room will dwell and use her bed and chair; But always when we look within we'll see some memory there. And time will make us glad to have the things she used to know, For each will bring some tender thought of her of long ago. When someone far beyond the years is with the heavenly host The little things around the house are what will help the most. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR SIGNATURE OF LOVE by KAREN SWENSON PROLONGED SONNET: WHEN THE TROOPS WERE RETURNING FROM MILAN by NICCOLO DEGLI ALBIZZI |