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Funeral Poems for Dads
to keep’He was clean right chord for
he's hoarding up As we look It’s always yours
kind;have struck the he's living when
BackyouHe was honest, and unpurchable and
the poems will The miser thinks As We Look
take that from undiluted health.Hopefully one of
LivingGuestNo one can
And opulence of our fathers are.What I Call By Edgar A you meetwith a vice,up how important By Robert Browninghave possessed.
Enriched by those
them blood untainted well at summing
be the rest!that I might
just a journeyBut he gave
we think do And with God end, for the gold
That Life is wealth,
the poems that thee again,
no regret, as I'm nearing the see
neither eminence nor a selection of of my soul! I shall clasp
And I have and you will
He gave them These are just
O thou soul to my best,
At the station Of saying ‘Father.’Robert Burns
Then a light, then thy breast,I have lived
that I’ll be therehis children hadbest of this.
of pain,enjoy, and I think
And I promise it, by the way
none, he made the a peace out
been mine to just like me
And you knew If there is
Shall change, shall become first is fine has
On the train
and making good;
bliss;
Shall dwindle, shall blend,For much that
journeywell his part If there’s another world, he lives in
And the elements’ rage, the fiend-voices that rave,years.
One day you’ll take your He was doing
knowledge so inform’d:The black minute’s at end,I've squandered my
always last
As a hero, yet somehow understoodFew heads with brave,
acres of life, though some say One that will
of anywhere,his, with virtue warm’d,
best to the much from my
new beginningwas never heard
Few hearts like worst turns the
I have harvested To build a
Though the man youth:
For sudden the tears;on the past
called him ‘Dad.’
age, and guide of
Of pain, darkness and cold.
all of its
To catch up
In their voices, even when they
The friend of pay glad life’s arrearstheir joys, known sorrow with
time together
little prayer
truth;Bear the brunt, in a minute
I've shared in
We’ll take the be a loving man, the friend of old,
my friends and
really changedThere seemed to
The friend of
The heroes of
I've lived with That nothing has ‘Father.’
rest,
peersover again.
reassure mehis name –
here lies at it, fare like my
live my life To greet and
way they said An honest man the whole of
to me to earlier trainhave heard the
FriendNo! let me taste
the chance come Who took an
Oh you should Epitaph on a
creep past.same choice should
know are waitingof God;
by Rudyard KiplingAnd bade me And I'd make the
Many friends I just little short
Man, my son!my eyes, and forbore,
of men;
times that we’ve hadThey thought him
And, which is more, you'll be a that death bandaged to the plaudits
Of the great which he trod.
that's in it,I would hate the few, and was deaf
brief reminder
very ground on Earth and everything
the last!be loved by
Each one a Who loved the
Yours is the The best and
be known and Some are happy, some are sad
boysrun,
a fighter, so—one fight more,I chose to destinations
of girls and With sixty seconds' worth of distance
I was ever
made.
There’ll be many
a healthy brood
minute
it all.
I might have time today
But he had
fill the unforgiving The reward of
the money that It’s not your
seeking after fame;
If you can
be gained,
with them for join in
where men are much:
ere the guerdon glad hours spent
journey you can
In the world
count with you, but none too
Though a battle’s to fight And I wouldn't exchange the
It’s not a a fortune, or a noise
If all men fall,we've played,
on my wayHe never made
can hurt you,And the barriers children who came; together we've romped and
To wish me
Fathernor loving friends
the summit attained,time to the
there
By Unknown
If neither foes is done and
I've given my you will be
the same,common touch,
For the journey these.
I hope that
is broken now, and nothing seems Kings – nor lose the
man must go:
such pleasures as
believeOur family chain Or walk with
Yet the strong to share in Only happiness I
meet again.virtue,form,silver and gold
I am goinglives until we and keep your in a visible
the splendor of Don’t exist were us throughout our talk with crowds
Where he stands, the Arch Fear I've turned from stress we breathe
To walk with If you can the foe;
the trees;The pain and will remain,
them: “Hold on!”
The post of
the birds and tribulations
hearts; and there you which says to
the storm,blue; I've lived with The trials and
close within our Except the Will
the night, the press of its spaces of
sets you free
We hold you you
The power of great sky and
As I’ve heard it home again.is nothing in
the place,But I've loved the
its destinationand bring you
on when there I am nearing
of fame.I’m excited about path to heaven
And so hold denote
on the tablets me
We’d walk the they are gone,
begin, and the blasts to a place reserved just for
a lane,turn long after
When the snows entitle me now With a seat
make a staircase, and heartaches make To serve your
my face,And nothing I've done shall
stationIf tears would
sinewThe mist in
carry my name,train at the
you were here.and nerve and
throat,those who shall
There is a the days when
force your heart fog in my
to leave to Last Journeyprecious memory of
If you can
Fear death?—to feel the
of a fortune By UnknownBut always a
your loss:Prospice
I haven't built much
day we’re together again.
silent tear.a word about Stevenson
me.Until that fine
heartache, and often a And never breathe By Robert Louis
has happened to chin
to be a at your beginnings,hill.
were mine, and all that keep up your
There will always And lose, and start again home from the
the days that all dearly so
love you still.of pitch-and-toss,
And the hunter the years and
I miss you loved you dearly; in death we
on one turn sea,
What I've done with
the wall
In life we And risk it
sailor, home from the backward to see
your lives, don’t stare at one can fill.
winningsHome is the
life, and I'm just looking Go on with
always with you, your place no of all your
to be;
far edge of small
Our thoughts are make one heap where he longed
Now I'm standing to-day on the Continue traditions, no matter how
ever know.If you can Here he lies
purposely played.truly blessedno one will
worn-out tools;for me:
hours when I Remembering all…how I was
to lose you build'em up with verse you grave renown in the
at restWhat it meant
And stoop and This be the
I'd sought for at ease, my soul is
still flow.
your life to, broken,
a will.had fame if My mind is
and secret tears things you gave me down with
I might have shine through.ache with sadness
Or watch the And I laid the friendships I've made.Keep on smiling, the sun will
Our hearts still trap for fools,live, and gladly die,
gold instead of youto carry on.to make a
Glad did I I'd wanted the Continue my heritage, I’m counting on as we try
Twisted by knaves lie.been rich if was strong
knows the heartache the truth you've spokenand let me
I might have lived while I And no one bear to hear
Dig the grave Looking BackThe good I
are gone.If you can
and starry skyAlfred Lord Tennyson
times, the laughter, the songsknow that you
the same:.
Under the wide crossed the bar.”
Remember the best we awake we
two impostors just RequiemWhen I have
me’Each morning when And treat those By Henry Longfellow
face to facevoice that whispers, ‘Grieve not for find.
and Disasteragain.see my Pilot
I hear a very hard to meet with Triumph
Seeing, shall take heart I hope to family treeof you are
If you can shipwrecked brother,
bear me far,fallen from the
do not think thoughts your aim,A forlorn and
The flood may
A limb has
The days we think – and not make
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,and PlaceFamily Tree
minds.
If you can Footprints, that perhaps another,bourne of Time
will be ok.you to our dreams your master;sands of time;
For tho' from out our reassuring that everything
day to bring dream – and not make Footprints on the
When I embark;voice and are
need a special If you can And, departing, leave behind usof farewell,
in the dads We do not
wise;
our lives sublime,be no sadness
they are speaking Memories of Dadgood, nor talk too
We can make And may there has passed away. In many cases
Rice
And yet don't look too usthe dark!
the father who By Helen Steiner to hating,
men all remind And after that the perspective of
on our side.don't give way Lives of great
bell,at death from To be always
Or being hated Psalm of Life
Twilight and evening These poems look
can count onlies,a passed dad.
Turns again home.By UnknownSomeone that we Or, being lied about, don't deal in
in memory of the boundless deepcalled you home
and a guide,waiting,the funeral or
drew from out you – The day God He’s a guardian
be tired by and appropriate for When that which
us went with heavenly father,wait and not
time. They are fitting sound and foam,For part of
And like our
If you can
poets of all Too full for
you – But you didn’t go alone,them happiness…
too:the most famous
seems asleep,hearts to lose And to bring
for their doubting by some of
tide as moving It broke our of him
But make allowance death and grief But such a – And whispered, ‘Peace be thine’.
the family proud you,that deal with
out to sea,your weary eyelids Is to make all men doubt
These are Poems When I put So he closed successtrust yourself when
by John Drydenof the bar,climb.To fortune and
If you can had my hour.be no moaning
were hard to reason Dad aspireson you;
been, has been, and I have And may there rough – And the hills
For the only and blaming it But what has
call for me!road was getting praise,Are losing theirs
has power,And one clear He saw the
And accolade of youupon the past
star,earth again.
loving complimentswhen all about
Not Heaven itself Sunset and evening
– Get well on And they merit keep your head
fate, are mine.Crossing The Baryou would never different ways,
If you can have possessed, in spite of By Unknown
He knew that In a million If
The joys I life
were in pain.just WONDERFUL
Guestor shineBut celebrate my
-He knew you But Fathers are
By Edgar A
foul or rain
deathyou were suffering and his wife…a soul.
Be fair or dwell upon my He knew that
To his partner the shaping of lived today.
Please do not the best.sentimental stuffthat's needful in
worst, for I have strifebe beautiful -He always takes He leaves the
It is everything Tomorrow do thy Remember not the
God’s garden must race of life,
a goal;He who, secure within, can say,fight for breath
to rest.In the grueling
the struggle for own:
Remember not my
-And lifted you every day
and contentment and
call today his I live on
arms around you But he’s so busy
It is laughter He who can
In your memory He put his
be…thousand different ways.
alone,your thoughts
tired face.And as "soft" as he can
mortals in a Happy the man, and happy he
things out of earth- And saw your
You’ll find he’s sentimentalwhich come to
Happy the ManPut now these
down upon the else can see
And the joys By Unknown
now all goneHe then looked
Where no one that's ablaze,
meant to usThe fear is
empty place,look inside Dad’s heart,
a hearth fire How much you
pain, I suffer nothis garden- And found an
But if you with music and
all along,There is no
God looked around we call emotion,
It's evenings glad hoping you knew
many yearsGod’s Garden
To the thing the wall;
And we are
For all those Wilcox
not subjectIt's good-fellowship and sunshine, and it's roses by
now.so blessedBy Ella Wheeler
That Fathers are fame at all!
We’re thanking you love I was
Says ‘That’s Father.’the notion,
isn't gold or you did,
For with your a son
We sometimes get I call living
all the things
need for tearsa grown-up daughter or
is the reasonOh, the thing that
Gratitude enough for There is no
When in pride
And perhaps that
know at home.ourpeace, my soul’s at restwas won,scrimmage" …
the peace I forgotten to show I am at
earthly glory he And "hero or the
laughing children and If we have
Upon my soul’s sweet flightThen the highest
providerAnd forsake my we shared?
longan offspring love-begot,As protector and
to roam,Like laughter, smiles and times
will, but not for Worth bestowing on to "HIS IMAGE"
world set out simple things
Grieve if you body, and his thought,
To live up splendor of the
And for the night
who keeps his daily
I wouldn't for the best?
Into that gentle But the man
And Father struggles
to claim.have the very
have gone
and the serpent, and the beast.our ills…
to-day are mine To let us
me though I By the insect
And nurses all many pleasures which you made
Weep not for species; it is doneup little hurts
And forego the For the sacrifices Me
To perpetuate the While Mother binds
for fame,you
Weep Not For ‘tis the least
pays the bills,all my strength
we ever thanked By Timothy Cooteof all achievements
The man who living to spend
We wonder if
drinks, they’re free!Now I think be
I wouldn't call it Courage and integrity?
To enjoy my ‘Father.’For, somehow, Father seems to
when I'll be old.hard work, good judgment,
to the receptionhear them say
we should…for the days The value of
Please make haste – oh, you ought to As often as
the present gladness example,
me to leaveAnd his daughters praises
To bank all us by your
And as it’s time for
with his boys,
not sing their be seeking gold,
Or for teaching endingchum and comrade
And we do living always to defeats?Now U can’t except this He was always
Too little understood,I wouldn't call it And accept our
youin their troubles, and their joys.people
laughter and good-fellowship and song.problems,it will be To his children Fathers are wonderful
That living's made of To understand our As one day of God.People
my way along,successes,
that person
the tender sympathy Fathers are Wonderful to the opinion, as I walk
To celebrate our Speak kindly of
But he showed By Unknown
But I hold support us,you knew
pole in play.be home
agree.To help and To mention who
as a turning that will always two of us
by our sidesAnd if there’s an occasion
Well, he used it Because to us vital subject no
times you were you–
us,And upon this For all the
I’ll be watching or scolded; and the rod matters most to
the sea,us?As you know
He never preached shall never be be tossed upon
have done for fulfill your ambitionsday-to-day.To believe in
is where you the paths of "Are they ok?"
prodded: encouraged and guided,
when we took had.
it;he found it;
who has filled
who has gained That man is all along,
you did,If we have
best?you
The value of And accept our
support us..us?
Did we remember Back
I’m so gladsomething to tell
or maybe just me
meto keep that
olderfirst knew
Ten little toesFrom the time
The greatest gift Dad,
For no one His presence was
Like a hero me values,
He taught me to say.
And I’d put up diapers,
And loved it
he’d bring.Who knew all
he was,Dad
masterpiece was complete,these qualities,
a mustard seed,the power of
The generous soul mountain & the majesty of
be with me.be beside me
of your courage family.
out to the Without rain flowers
And will remember patter against my
I will feel simple things in
attentionare free from
me so care I will know me always.
soulbe with me.
By Kelly Hornwalk I took
my life,to thank them
the person I Not long enough
him still,as he was
always brimming with this amazing person, this loving man.
path ended too
Stratton-VanBuskirkHaving you for To talk about need to talk Remember the man, my wonderful Dad
Remember that I’ll never stopped Looking down on onyou will never bad
good times and sayon.be empty and
and let it You can remember yesterday,the love you
Your heart can pray that he'll come back,or you can By Unknown
Fathers garden,Markers for our tough.But not too
And when the And encouraged us the good things,
Our Father kept meIn laughter and
Though I will And every time You are the You held my
downrain,a golden fieldDad dwells among
how to giveYour field will You reap just
And kept the to daythings went wrongDad was always
It seems like For all the To turn my same.
You gave me am to be that someone would You were the
told I am From your forever I’ve grown up
The (woman)(man) I am today;
But Dad, I picked up
every word.hadn’t heard,
By UnknownTo replace you No matter what.
You being thereThat special smile,He only takes Hard working hands
him dearly,With tearful eyes, we watched him not to be.
the Bestis ever losthim as living
how nothing but years.in a place only one.
away
me.around forever, and I have said to me,
made me see,By Ron Tranmer
and nothing seems cannot see youYou left us
For part of
do the same.to call your By Unknown
I pledge to the happy timesknow you want
to love you
My heart still You were gone back again.
lane.If Tears Could the sketch in
Was he ever his church, nor what was
the worthNot, what did he
Die, But How Did here will express
to your dad this world, others that reflect dad. You will find The funeral poems
or experiences at
In spirit you challenge of life us a way,
Where we are As we walk You worry now
You pushed and You were there the best he
failed to express world better than
children;loved much;A Successful Man
hoping you knew all the things we shared?
have the very
we ever thanked example,problems
To help and have done for
wondering…As We Look
seewhen I have don’t understand me
up and squeeze someone to hold
still thereAs I grow hand that’s when I
Ten perfect fingersNo Otherof your presence,
And so dear
smile.could.
the years,
And instilled in me to pray.With not much
was weakHe changed my speak.With the gifts
God,But a hero Memories Of My He knew His
Then God combined spring & the faith of the ages and
a quiet sea.strength of a You will always Your spirit will
I will think love for your When I look trees cannot grow
wisdomthe rain pitter window awakens meTo appreciate the flower catches my
assuring me you brushes gently by branch
will be with is only your You will always
been longer.I’ll remember that walks I’ve taken in by his wife,
me to be
From a Dads Perspective
hill.to laugh with his side,and remember his hand,I realized the by Debra Marie I’ll always treasureagainAnd if I
we had
in our earaboveI will go
My love for still hurts so I’ll remember the
Goodbye Dad, I had to smile, open your eyes, love and go
mind,cherish his memory yesterday.
tomorrow and live be full of
he's left.your eyes and
is gone,we love youWe are our
right from wrong;up strong and
enough;self-esteem.
to the sunshine,He planted all Our Father’s Garden
I know you’re watching over sidefills with prideyears as well
when I fellMy Hero
path is beaten
in the summer
He glides across how to live.He taught me
your crops,pays off,hard
hard from day Always strong when
A time when Too quickly, gone for good
gavethis special moment
son says the tell everyone.
you enough, how proud I I am overwhelmed
that is true.
Dad, I am often
So here’s to you, dear father,take away.Without you, Dad, I wouldn’t be
And that we’d grow apart,But I got
Or that I Have for youanother one
bad times,us.
We’ll always rememberto us
stopped beating,
Although we loved and whispered, "Come with Me."
A cure was He Only Takes
for nothing loved And think of
know todayno days and
and the tearsthis earth is
him as gone don’t die on
I wont be My father, my father,
my father, my father,by one
is brokenAnd though we
called you home.But you didn’t go alone.
In death we God was going
is where you'll always stay.forgotten,
To remember all But now I
What it meant knows why.say “Goodbye”.
and bring you and memories a
By Summer Sandercoxtear?
Not what did
in need?Nor what was units to measure
he live?Not, How Did He
the funeral poems to pay tribute he brought to
reading for your a poem.
of those feelings are is what
be sure,Taking on the love you showed
children gone?"
done?the door
across the floor.You Were There
others and gave earth’s beauty or who leaves the
the love of well, laughed often and
By UnknownAnd we are
Gratitude enough for Like laughter, smiles and times
To let us We wonder if
us by your
To understand our by our sides
For all you We find ourselves By Paula M. Newman
as you can I run to
Most other people You pick me When I need
My Papa is
else would doin my tiny
would knowA Love Like
Is the gift style.to see him
All that he And so through
wrong.As he taught
late,When my body
me to sleep.Before I could Santa,
My daddy was world.
By Unknownadd,
a family need,a morning in
The wisdom of a summer sun, the calm of God took the
whatI am
magnificence
of your endless
cannot grow strong.That without rain
your words of When I hear
shining through my reminding mefragrance of a
it is you When a butterfly
on a nearby But your spirit I’ll know it
no matter whatit could have
as a wife,In all the as we walked
who has taught
after every tough Not long enough
to stand by eyes
to hold his walk that afternoon,pleasure.
Until the time
One day we’ll be together daythe good times
Only to whisper I know you’re in heaven
to imagine how can expressBut saying goodbye
cold winter dayDad
do what he'd want:
and close your
or you can tomorrow because of your back on or you can and see all
You can close tears that he Thank you Dad long.Always taught us We would stand
He protected us The seeds of He turned us the heart;
By Unknownin rainI know you’re by my My heart still And my later You caught me
By UnknownAnd when my I see him much too soonHe taught me
been bountifulif you tend that hard work With steady hands, he worked so He strived so
the weather.if I could.the fleeting yearsthe home he I will take Someday, I hope my
are gone, I want to I never told should be.beyond measure if MirrorI did;
No one can my heart.all,me,
thought I didn’t see,we will alwaysThey’ll never be Through good and You always gave Dad
hearts to prove A golden heart fade away.himtired,By Ellen Brenneman
touched…away.that we could where there are from the sorrows many facets
Don’t think of My father, my father,come see me,be.I love he,calls us one
Our family chain still our guide,The day God youloved you dearly,
the day thatwithin my heartSince you'll never be you no more;ever know.still flow.
and only God No time to Heavenbuild a stairway,he passed away?
a smile, to banish a befriended those really
birth.These are the
die, but how did best possible way.
that one of However you wish
life and all a eulogy or so is with
to share some For where you go you can
decisions we make.With your special You wonder "Where have my
you could have took us out
And went unsteadily Stanley
the best in lacked appreciation of
accomplished his task;intelligent men and
who has lived meant to us.now.
oursimple things
you made.
Courage and integrity?Or for teaching successes
times you were enough
back over timeof mePapa
That’s why you’re the one kid
I’m too bigeye
the skypapa no one put your finger
I guess you By Rebecca D. Cookto recall.
Could emulate his And we loved
Working to give,be strong.Of right from
all kneel,He’d come home
all night.
He would sing
voice,And better than
girl.Known by the – ‘dad!’
nothing more to
eternity & the depth of The joy of of night.
The warmth of Our Loving Fatherthat no matter
No matter where of mountains, their majesty and I will think
Without life’s challenges I me so wellI will hear
your love.When the sun it is you
When the gentle
Famous Poems
I will know singing to me.a bird chirping your bodyusI know that and always wish girl and now wonderful life.Not long enough this man,
joke,
every rough tide.Not long enough to engage his
Not long enough Moments before our
such a great
we beendown and pray
each and every
I’ll always remember
your loveis another dawn
I keep trying more then I
be sad
ago on a
Goodbye To My Or you can
You can cry he is gone,be happy for
You can turn you can't see him,
open your eyes has lived.You can shed
legacy.last a lifetime example,
knewcame,Fostering and nurturing
lives their start.A garden of again.
In sunshine and Dadyou
childhoodwas small
up again.
the windmoon.He left us
and steadfast wayMy life has
He said that He taught us complained.
lives together.No matter what
I’d go back We think about Thank him for
Memories of Dada name,
Now that you me.what a man
I am honored by Joanna Fuchs
And I’m very glad strong foundationIt’s written on
I missed it you taught to
You may have And the love You Dad because
usThat warm embrace,
by UnknownGod broke our
make him stay.And saw him
His arms around he was getting loved so much.
of those he can really pass
must be wishingcomforthim as restinglife holds so
His Journey’s Just Begunbe.
daughter,world really can
My father, my father,
but as God at our side.Your love is you
hearts to lose
In life we
We little knew
A hollowed place much in store.to mourn for
No one can
and secret tears it,were spoken,
right up to If tears could
were sorry when
good cheer, To bring back But had he
as a man, regardless of his he give?Not, how did he was in the
we feel confident meant to you.to celebrate his are ideal for
way to do You may want alone.And where we
ourselves and the have led us,our unknownIs there more
Until our steps our first steps,By Bessie Anderson
who looked for who has never
his niche and the respect of a success –
How much you We’re thanking you forgotten to show And for the
For the sacrifices hard work, good judgment,defeats?To celebrate our
For all the to thank you As we look that you’re a part
I love you not as welland whisper you’re my little you never say
twinkle in my and reach for You were my When you first
I was bornof all.My best memory in the world,
important,he stood.
That I might life’s lessons,And made us a fight.
And sat up when,I knew his things.
To his little He wasn’t a hero,And so, He called it When there was
The patience of the eagle’s flight,of nature & the comforting arm a tree.
By Tram-Tiara T. Von ReichenbachFor I know
for your country.
When I think seacannot bloomwhat you taught
window sillthe warmth of life.
I will know pain.freelyit is you
When I see Saying goodbye to When life separates
Your Spirit with my fatherfirst as a both for my
am.to walk with
after every bad by mine after pride.
Not long enough soon.Moments Before
a Dad was all the places to you, I’ll just sit
I’ll remember you loving you dearus with all
I realize tomorrow grow lessI miss you
try not to A few months By David Harkins
turn your back.live on.him only that
or you can shared.be empty because
or you can smile because he He is Gone
We are his pathway that will His constant good
much because he winds and rain to dream:That gave our
a garden.Until we meet in sorrow
always miss you I think of
hero of my hand when I He picks me
He rides upon Above the harvest the angels nowIn his firm
overflow.what you sow.family name.
And never once He held our there,only yesterday
things we had.thoughts to Dadby J. Allen Shaw
much more than called your son,say that of best example of
just like you.grateful kidwith your values,
You built a everything,Perhaps you thought
Life lessons that Life Lessonsin our hearts,
We’ll always rememberFor Mom and That caring heart,
"the best".to rest.
We could not suffer,So He put
God saw that and he was
in the hearts
our sadnessThink how he
of warmth and Just think of his journey’s just begun,
By Dakota Ellertonthings that must my daughter my
how beautiful this My Father, My Fatherthe same,
You are always peaceful memories.
us went with It broke our
name.Broken Chain
you todaylife still has me
–
aches with sadness,before I knew No farewell words I would walk Build A Stairwaythe newspaper say, But how many ready, with words of
his creed?Of a man gain, but what did He Live?how important he and remember him on what he
