Poems for a funeral needed

astonsmummy

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)

They had this poem at my firends funeral, very touching x

joaniemerc

Only a little one, but summed up my Beloved Aunt beautifully:

Always thoughtful
Always kind
Treasured memories
Left behind.

Richie23_2

Hi All,
well we've gone with a poem create by Knelly,more of a personal touch,
Here goes..

Ivy

Ivy with her rosy cheeks and a heart of purest gold.
Lived a life full of joy, a story waiting to be told.
Making tea's at the age of 18 it was her dearest Trevor she met,
She railroaded him to 64 years of marriage without any regret.
They wed on Boxing Day in '42, and lived their life together long.
A life of love and understanding that kept them going strong
They raised 5 daughters through good and bad, and cherished them everyday.
This gave them fifteen grand children and nine great grandchildren with no
doubt more on the way!

She worked so long for Mrs Hughes, who loved her like her own.
Pinky was a lady bred the greatest that any of us have known.
A cup and saucer in her hand with no milk, just one sugar and tea.
Ivy always gave stern warning; if anything but this did she see!

Her love for Pennies hairdressers is something we all saw, without fail
every week she would walk through that door.
Her teddy dog with funny glasses, will never look the same, it was always by
her side when ever family came.

As Ivy has gone on a journey, with Haydn Thomas she will be.
A place that is deep in our hearts, where loving thoughts is all they will
see.
Where the sun shining through rainy clouds, will shine down and make us
All smile.
As Ivy will be looking upon us, she will visit us once in a while.
So remember as the train starts its journey, with Ivy aboard,
That she will be waiting for the clouds to disappear, so she can shine on
us all and will always be near.

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Went to see hwer tonight at the funeral home.. was so lovely.. so peaceful and funeral home had made her beautiful.just bit sad now. ;-(

The funeral is tomorrow...

Just listening to 'You raise me up' and 'The prayer'..bit tearful..bring nice thoughts listening to soppy songs though.

Thanks all again and special thanks to knelly.. brilliaint!

Richie xxx

tracy1_2

lost my nan in may last year we had this as well as others - we even had 'Grandma's Feather Bed' an old cowpie song by John Denver we all used to sing to her. This poem was read at the Queen mum's funeral



‘You can shed a tear’


You can shed tears that they have gone
or you can smile because they have lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that they will come back
or you can open your eyes and see all they have left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see them
or you can be full of the love 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 them and only that they’ve gone
or you may cherish their memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what they would want:

Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
(Anon)

Forreal

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)

I read ths one at my mum's funeral - so unexpected and so missed - it still gives me comfort now!!!