Poems for a funeral needed

Richie23_2

Hi All

Wonder if anyone could help me with finding a loving poem for a nans funeral..ive searched high an low and even tried writing somethiing myself.. no joy..words just want come out..

Or maybe a special gesture so people can alwys remember her...

King regards.
Richard

impy78

Richie23 wrote:

Hi All

Wonder if anyone could help me with finding a loving poem for a nans funeral..ive searched high an low and even tried writing somethiing myself.. no joy..words just want come out..

Or maybe a special gesture so people can alwys remember her...

King regards.
Richard

Sorry to hear about your loss, I hoe that you and yours are bearing up okay.

I find Remember by Christina Rossetti very moving:


REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad

Richie23_2

We are ok.. just want to make it a special day for her now..and everyone wants to add soemthing to the day.

That is a moving poem...

Richie23_2

I really like the lyrics to a Katherine jenkins song - The prayer..
not having much joy finding the lyrics on the net though.. and tried listening to the song but get upset and cant write them down!

sheryldoc

Why Say Goodbye

Why say goodbye?
Why turn away?
Why say we won't see each other
after this day?

Why do you frown?
Why shed a tear?
Why do you bow your head,
as if in fear?

Why that hurt in your eyes?
Why that look on your face?
Why do you feel
this is the last place?

Why all the sorrow?
Why all the pain?
Why all the sadness,
why again?

Goodbyes are not forever.
They are not the last word.
They are just something to say,
something to be heard.

They are a continuation,
A forwarding of what is to begin,
A promise, a hope,
not something to condemn.

Goodbyes should not bring torture,
Torment, or despair,
Feelings of comfort and patience
should instead be presented there.

This is not the end,
This is not our last chance.
For in this thing we call life,
it is only one dance.

So I say once more,
why say goodbye?
To end this way, to make it final,
why even try?




HUgs for you and your fam.x

jackieb

I'm very sorry about your nan.

I came across this one.

She is Gone
by
David Harkins


You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what she would want:
smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.

maypole

Sorry for your loss.

This is the most beautiful poem I have ever heard, it was used at my mother in laws funeral. Reading it still brings tears to my eyes. It is not a poem as such. Read it over a few times.



I am standing on the seashore,
A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean,
she is an object of beauty and I stand and watch her, till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says, "she's gone", Gone! where?
gone from my sight - that is all.

She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its' destination.

The diminished sight and total loss of sight is in me not in her and just at the moment when someone at my side says "she is gone", there are others who are watching her coming and other voices take up the glad shout, "there she comes".

And that is dying. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up oh lord, that we may see further.

Bishop Brent 1862-1926

nottslass_2

jackieb wrote:

I'm very sorry about your nan.

I came across this one.

She is Gone
by
David Harkins


You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what she would want:
smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.

my son read the above at his granddads funeral,( he changed the word her to him)i think the words are beautiful and in the months following, i re read it many a time,it still brings on both a smile and a tear nearly three years on.


x

helen_caslass

fribblet wrote:

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.

Mary Frye (1932)

this one is lovely

Smashing

I’d like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an after glow
of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when life is done

Lorian

helen_caslass wrote:

this one is lovely

I remember the last two lines being:

poem wrote:

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.