They hurried here, as soon as you had died, <br />Their faces damp with haste and sympathy, <br />And pressed my hand in theirs, and smoothed my knee, <br />And clicked their tongues, and watched me, mournful-eyed. <br />Gently they told me of that Other Side- <br />How, even then, you waited there for me, <br />And what ecstatic meeting ours would be. <br />Moved by the lovely tale, they broke, and cried. <br /> <br />And when I smiled, they told me I was brave, <br />And they rejoiced that I was comforted, <br />And left to tell of all the help they gave. <br />But I had smiled to think how you, the dead, <br />So curiously preoccupied and grave, <br />Would laugh, could you have heard the things they said.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/condolence/
