For Those Who Mourn
    Footnotes

    “For Those Who Mourn,” Ensign, Feb. 1986, 31

    For Those Who Mourn

    Just one of those quiet, aged sisters

    Who touched your soul with her smile;

    Slowly, unpretentiously she moved about

    Keeping commandments,

    Attending,

    Serving.

    She is

    Someone’s daughter,

    Someone’s mother,

    Someone’s wife,

    Now a widow,

    Dead.

    And few notice her passing.

    There is no crowded chapel,

    No rippled shock of grief

    Through generations of humanity—

    Just a quiet, undecorated,

    Mildly celebrated

    Death.

    Her obituary notice falls

    In yesterday’s

    Trash,

    The funeral flowers wilt and

    Dry.

    But in the

    Heart of heaven

    There are kisses on her cheek,

    Embraces,

    For a cherished spirit has returned,

    A prized daughter is crowned,

    Glorified.

    And I suspect it was such a

    Quiet death

    Because we could not hear the

    Celebration of her

    Arrival.

    “Antelope Island,” by Dennis Phillips