‘An Indian Prayer’ When I am dead Cry for me a little. Think of me sometimes But not too much. Think of me now and again As I was in life. At some moments it‘s pleasant to recall But not for long. Leave me in peace And I shall leave you in peace. And while you live Let your thoughts be with the living.

‘If I Should Go’ - by Joyce Grenfell If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known Weep if you must Parting is Hell But life goes on So sing as well.

‘Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep’ – Mary Elizabeth Frye 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 glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die