All That Was Her
This poem of grief for a woman’s death was written by Oliver Wright in remembrance of his own mother, but the beautiful words make it an appropriate elegy for the funeral or memorial service of any woman who has died.
All That Was Her
Where’s she gone, the one we knew,
The one we knew and loved,
Who knew us all and loved us all –
Where now is all that love?
Where now her smile? Where now her frown?
Her bright, resounding laugh?
Ah, all are gone, by time undone;
All that was her is past.
Down the stream we drifted,
And saw her on the shore;
Around a bend we drifted,
And saw her then no more.
And yet still she stands there
Still stands beside the shore.
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