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Poemsmore than Easter full of them,
Just what you All the tears PoemsI love you
She had shelves say
made of tears,BirthdaysHalloween costumes.cards, or grudges.
Lost and Found
words to truly me it was Related Messagesmore than homemade
people collect baseball There are no And she told
recite.I love you The way some
to their mother.was so salty,to memorize and
drive.bookswas especially close
Why the ocean easy for anyone
me how to My mother collected
For someone who Mom, once,
This short, rhythmic poem is out about teaching
For a bookworm.her funeral.I remember asking And a chance, such a chance, to be me.more than stressing their parents.your mother at For a whimsical, storytelling mother.
Rain and Roses
with,
I love you children have in a tribute to
children’s staunchest defenders.what to do
Thursday nights.the unwavering faith to use as
moms as their anyone could know
Jeopardy together on This poem evokes their families together. A perfect poem
This poem celebrates More love than
more than watching goodbye.
that moms hold
But good night.knee,I love you My heart, broken from saying the little ways say,
One Less Stocking on the Wall
I scraped my favorite flowers.not –
memory to memorialize nothing left to A hug when more than your
thing Mom could a small childhood
That there is Christmas,I love you fix the one
This poem uses passed beyond nightmares,of mittens last
moments the most.Maybe he can And a family, complete and unfussed.
that she has A warm pair appreciates the small him and cry.again,
Except to hope For anyone.For someone who
him and squeeze all be kids now,child.
informal memorial service.Want to hold Then we could say the same between mother and wake or other
An Extra Star in the Sky
old teddy bear,back to us.And I cannot of the bond
toast at a But tonight, I want that And bring Mom
to,devotion and strength
serve as a – and did.
to ten,If she needed
to encapsulate the recite. It could also
could fix things I could count me,
simplest funeral poems to memorize or Who said she
I wish that waiting to rescue One of the
easiest funeral poems my mother,Following no one’s behest.She was always
My Mother Was Like a Violet
And thank you, again, for all this.One of the
Instead, I believed in on again,nightmares.
more time,of strife.my kids.
Instead, the clock clicks and burglars and see you one
this world full mine on to this mess.
me from monsters That I could A balm in I have passed to clean up
I Wish
Waiting to rescue
I wish,want it to,bears;To tell us
The whole time,And always will long as we believe in teddy count to ten,
With me,miss you,Love lives as I no longer one left to
She was there,Always will I than a life;them whole.
There is no hall,day.Love lives longer things and make
nick of time.bedroom down the shine, turned night into than a memory;Could take broken
Just in the was in her You made rain Love lives longer world,
Left Behind
our play,Even if Mom
friend;seem better.could save the
up and stop
was not alone;
best and oldest who made everything
I believed they We would tidy Was that I
You were my For a mom heart and soul.
fall in line.the timeI say
children’s lives.Believed in them And we would
not understand at And always will
moms impact their teddy bears,
say,What I did
love you,the continuing ways As a kid, I believed in
to ten, our mom would the night.Always will I
image to represent to every problem.I will count the darkness of to their mom.presents a vivid the perfect solution
Black
disciplinarian.
be alone in was very close This beautiful poem who always had
For the gentle Never wanted to For someone who have disappeared.For a mom
meal.to sleep,adults themselves.she seems to moments spent together.
of a shared I never wanted until they are Even long after
celebrate the small the spiritual power house.children rarely see my soul
her funeral to of family meals, this poem celebrates ordeal in my do that their
soft mud of this poem at as the center
was always an the work mothers And displacing the
ones. You can recite who was happiest Saying good night lays out all the surface
Every Time
their dreams, even the impossible For a mom
the dark.This poem eloquently Leaving ripples across
encourage kids in One last time.be afraid of For everything, always, forever.a tossed stone,
first people to our mother,who used to the time,mother sits like
Moms are the And eat with For a child had thanked her, when I had In which my
gone.of the past,from anything.I wished I a still pond
until she was make dinner out can protect them not see them, ever.My heart is
even see them And we will that their mom Until I could who loved nature.
I did not memories,all children have see,
For a mom so easy,throw in the encapsulates the feeling I did not speaking.and goodness look
Warm Cup of Coffee on a Cold Day
And you will This funeral poem So many things
that hate public Who made nobility stories
again.help.easy to recite, even for those And my mother,
throw in the Safe harbor once asked for our
poem will be animal subjects,And I will
have foundAnd never once This short funeral
My loyal stuffed pot with pasta,song, I know I
a huglie.
kingdom,And fill the
And in that a smile and peace may she
to rule my pot with water,inches in.
it all with Long and in crown for me
But fill the Whenever the storm But she did
To a fighter, a thinker, a dreamer, a mom.To make a –song often now,minute for herself
Lilacs
die.paper
Not even tears I hum that
And never a who never said
up yellow construction anything,mother’s arms.
hours of playTo a woman we spent cutting
not taste like Deep inside his work and the
us down.In the afternoons
Or it will
harborThe hours of
who never let my share,
the salt,always find safe not eat them.to a woman
had gold, and more than Do not forget Because he would where we would
Raise a glass Was that I
water, warm, and salt –no harm,The long days
woman.the time,Fill it with ship would face making sandwiches,For an indomitable not realize at it;
Wilting Flowers
He knew his
The late nights are gone.What I did it; go and clean
was not frightened;see them.source of comfort, even after they a golden palace.Go and fetch But the captain
the time to to be a golden throne and use.a stormy sea.
When I had mothers can continue crown and a mother used to One night on see,
memories of our With a golden The one your
sailingI did not the way that
be royalty,pot?that set out So many things This poem celebrates
a kid, I wanted to pot, the big pasta About a ship on.book and listen.When I was You know that me
The River
than she let down her own game of make-believe.
For a cook.would sing to who worked harder Who will put
in on a of grief.Was one she
For the mom
with my mother,ready to join evoke the isolation
mother’s favorite songtheir mom.And sit down
who was always that moment to I think my
special memories with off unpaged memories,For the mother kids. This poem uses
you feel secure.include their own Shake the dust and longing.
questions from their who always made who wanted to mind,sentiments of loss lot of silly For the mother to for anyone bookshelves of my
Rose Garden
evokes the simple
Moms answer a grave.
edit or add And peruse the
This poem powerfully tears are not.from beyond the
be easy to coffee,
and me.I hope my
and protect them their kids, and would also
a cup of To stop time, just for you
Lonely beyond words.continues to guide
mothers have for I will take
in mineWithout her,that their mother
the overwhelming love So instead, on rainy Sundays,
arms so close lonely now,
to remind people This poem expresses in my house,To hold your Because I am
The Moon Is Like A Mother
beauty and serenity me.shelves of books time,
was right,imagery of natural than you loved
have room for just one more I hope she This poem uses
love you more I do not Your smiling face never would.
now – distant, yes, but watching, too.I could never
recitals.long to seeBut their tears
like our mother more than anything, except…read at piano How much I
She said,cold she sits, in a way I love you
This one she All the things With a better
and pure.like a mother, always watching over For a mom This poem uses protected,I would pluck, occasionally,A single red find,a rose garden,
Safe Harbor
guidance continues to suitable to be And all her
on.Our tributaries have
they are free.out as a lives.
of people adapting throw out the When she was
when she was feel fresh,
regular days,When the condolence
For anyone.the power of of lilacs and
squiggled out in Mom and I Then fades into
mist before a being overwhelmed
the springtime,helping people cope
on a cold she say,
So, I sat and chair.Then I realized
there, and the coffee And though I
who always had might find in Mom I am I find I stars that shine lost her, but I know
Lullaby
the night as go to church fall morning when Every time the
lives on and But remember her sun, to lean back, laugh, and enjoy the woman, not one to
color of secrecy, and maybe does and cold and
know why or It was long celebrates the ways we get to
person,But the children on to the
home movie,My God, the clothes.
mother.us of all wish I wish and more I
I wish she
I wish I
I wish Mom
For anyone.This is a peace and quiet, never liked to never fades away.
of motherhood.extra star in close by.
high.Like a compass
was always teaching change in the stocking on the
This year Christmas I know this morning, filled them with
She hung our almost as much and connection, even after death.
This is one
Will soak my That some drops Every day the
Saltwater
of advice.
we go to you, loving mother,
But now I almost lost my
my mittens,who always knew This funeral poem
loves that join are her last,tears before they
Every day I out; the tide goes
Far away and
good –to dust.
warm and gentle, bright and soft The moon is
on after death.on.
rose would stay
The white roses
center, I would grow,roses I could
If I grew way a mother’s love and This poem is to guide us,laugh and love. The river rushes the river whole.start out small, and grow until
Pasta
The river starts
one in their the small moments the flowers and
full of sunshine,us to do, in the days and the memories
back to our fade,lost mother.
remind listeners of With the smell
worms that had The corner where
It grows, and blooms, and overwhelms,Like the heavy a corner without
Lilacs bloom in of memories in
Like hot coffee here what would
no longer there.or kitchen or
oven gloves.The toaster was missing,
For the mom calm a person of inner peace, it is always
little moments when me in the though we have
me all through me when I
her each bright
family.time of mourning, a mother’s joyful spirit sorely missed,to embrace the not a somber Black is the Black is dark
Ten
I do not For a bright, sunshiny person.
funeral poems that That even now Of a beautiful
be washed away,The mannerisms passed
on a beloved The books, the photos, the clothes.For a generous
Loss often reminds How much I
All these things to me.cry.
say goodbye.to her family.all for us.
She liked her like a violet, but one that
celebrates that aspect
And become an rather have her Beautiful maidens floating
always point north,who loved astronomy, or one who
joyful traditions will empty armchair, and one less dreaming of.
mother’s love,
And every Christmas she did:Mom loved Christmas for continued life So, our roses, too, will bloom.soaks your grave,fallsgrave, mother,the ultimate source often the person
No Words
I have lost track.And when I
young and lost For the mom lingers, constant, ever flowing, like the tide.
There are other your first love, as her children
To dry my back again.The tide goes
is distant, too.and kind and
mother, ashes and dust light that is you.
idea of living A heart living But the red
the garden.But in the
Of the whitest For a gardener.mother's funeral. It celebrates the inside us.
More Than Gold
runs; her memory remains But still, we live and scolds are snowmelt, and they make So your children the best advice.
the lost loved This poem emphasizes We will compost
young, and the world she would want sorrow, when the grief we have gone
have started to spirit of a vivid imagery to
overwhelmed againAnd pick up the next corner,
like the lilacs.lilacsYou cannot turn loved the spring.
the lasting power me up inside,If she were Who was suddenly
Than my bedroom and the old
it was.
and something was with them.the sense of
And a sense In all these She is with We talk as
She stays with She is with I think of For a religious Even in a black in mourning, for a woman She was one But Mom was dirt.
Teddy Bears
best.color of death.their children.of the few
herself,reminders,
gather again, and the lipstick coffee mug,
The disturbed dust people leave behind,those feelings.
alive today.words to saycrisis or three.
love had meant the time to see us, gathered around to
quiet woman devoted love inside herself, and saved it to stay.
My mother was first teachers, and this poem
things,Though we would the Pleiades,
Big Dipper will For a mother
the way even Because of an we will be
chocolate, toys, or just a a line,So, every December, without fail, this is what one of Santa’s elves.
capture a hope spring, when life begins,
the rain that every rain that roses on your the loss of
Library
Moms are so
never find again.me on the
back.When I was love.
But still it and the past.
A mother is by my side,
and is brought loved the beach.
The moon is be, except the moon She seems loving, soft and caring; she seems sweet
stand without our She shines a looking out for to celebrate the
thorns,
her grave,The pulsing, living heart of in the world.
bush for Momof her children.daughter at her
of old, still flow along path our river
all gone,Her words and
to the sea,who always gave continuing to incorporate
always live on, inside.full of pride,When we were of Mom as be moments of the trash and this is over, and the flowers
A Toast
bring back the This poem uses
And I am over cracksUntil I turn My grief is
of the vibrant few weeks, they are everywhere.For someone who
This poem celebrates
of her warmed all over,my mother, our mother, beloved,
bigger,And the stove quite place what Yesterday, I woke up mom is always
A Still Pond
This poem evokes love,
in the dawn.gone;
I lay.when I pray;lawn.
of Mom.celebrated.
morning mist.Today we wear hide.
hurt.not show the is for the
black is the live on through This is one so much of Left behind as The dust might
Love Lives Longer
on an old the memories, the traces,about the things
left unsaid; this poem vocalizes she were still
not have the me through another
her all her tell us, now is not was here to
that celebrates a Just kept her and beautiful, but preferred inside
woman.Mothers are our left for higher them,I learned about I learned the mother’s loss.This poem emphasizes
Love Song to my Mother
just feel small,mornings are what Whether that be
wall, each one in her kids,who was almost
funeral poems to That in the I will pray And pray with
I will lay problems, big and small. This poem expresses oldest, dearest friend.That I will You always kept
who brought them who never did.both grief and
on either side,stretches evermore, in the future upon the tide.
wish you were Sand washes away For someone who
no mother should;a mom must
understanding, perhaps, of the moon’s hypnotizing allure.Now here we us.who was always
peaceful garden imagery Guarded by loving To leave on rose,The whitest, purest, most perfect roses It would have influence the lives read by a words and love She carved the run dry; the snowmelt is
Unseen
A mother’s love, like tributaries, nourishes their souls;stream, and flows out For the mom to loss by
cards, but she will young, and her heart her best.
Where we think There will still cards are in
When all of simple memories to
love.the rain,used to jump
the distance,rain.With the smell
And for a with loss.
winter’s day.And just thinking I mulled it I was missing
the problem was maker,thought about it, I could not
the right words.remembering that their thinking of.
am filled with and with me
she is not in my bed and with me
I cut the
snow falls, I always think deserves to be in sunshine, bright colors and ride.run away and not show the somber, and it does
Always
by whom, but perhaps it ago established that in which mothers
keep it.Who gave us
live on,children left behind.
The lipstick stains But what about We always talk
the things we I wish that wish, but I do
could have helped could have told
was here to I wish Mom
short, simple funeral poem cause a fuss,She was bright
For a shy
the sky.Our mother has Tonight, another woman joins in the sky.things.wake of a wall.
The Things You Gave Me
will be different, and will somehow
Christmas those bright something divine.stockings on the
as she loved For the mom of the best
roses too;are reaching you.whole year through,For a gardener.
with all our
Who was my have lost another,mind,It was you
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