During the final days of one of our parents’ lives, we found ourselves sitting quietly, not knowing what to say. The silence was heavy. Words felt too small, too inadequate.
So we turned to poetry.
We searched for poems that could carry the weight of goodbye…something tender, reverent, loving. But what we found was either too clinical, too abstract, or simply not enough. The moment required something more in terms of sensitivity.
So we began putting together our own.
Each day, we read aloud poems together, sharing simple, heartfelt verses that helped soothe the space between us. And in those quiet readings, our parent grew calm. The room grew peaceful. And when he rested, it felt like he was carried gently, in words.
Our hope is simple: that others rediscover the power of poetry during life’s most tender, sacred moments and that these words bring you peace, presence, and perhaps even a sense of grace.
— Irna & Sean
Founders, Poems for the Dying