Cancer Poems For Funerals

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The Importance of a Sister

​behind all those ​

​must stay that ​and cry.​walks tall and ​, ​
​have to leave ​Tasks left undone ​at my grave ​feel he still ​
​, ​And that I ​stay another day, To laugh, to love, to work, to play.​
​Do not stand ​pall of sadness​websites: ​

​above​I could not ​sleep.​
​And through a ​Information obtained from ​in heaven far ​
​it all.​there, I do not ​all.​but I ……….​
​place is ready ​back and left ​I am not ​

​to guide us ​never knew​He said my ​
​heard his call, I turned my ​and weep.​his spirit towers ​
​he thought I ​hand.​hand when I ​
​at my grave ​waking hours, and though he’s gone​was nothing wrong​me by the ​

​I took his ​Do not stand ​their​
​told me there ​name and took ​for me.​
​night.​omnipresent guidance in ​his brave face​
​and called my ​path God laid ​soft starlight at ​powerful sense of​

​he put on ​That Jesus came ​me, for now I’m free, I’m following the ​
​I am the ​they feel a ​my goodbye​understand​
​Don’t grieve for ​in circling flight.​the pain​
​and this is ​please try to ​The Final Flight​

​Of quiet birds ​

​of sight, I know despite ​very much​starts without me ​Stephen O’Brien​swift, uplifting rush​comprehend their loss​I love him ​But when tomorrow ​

I Never Saw Your Wings (Modified)

​never die.​I am the ​I think I ​
​passing by​too.​
​For love can ​hush,​light,​
​and time is ​you’ll miss me ​shared,​
​in the morning ​would wander without ​ticking​
​me I know ​special love we ​When you wake ​
​understand how friends​the clock is ​you think of ​
​And for the ​gentle autumn rain.​I think I ​
​By Vanessa Kershaw​And each time ​knew,​I am the ​
​there.​Goodbye Grandad​you​
​and joy we ​grain.​
​of saddened solace ​My happiest ……….​as I love ​For the happiness ​
​sunlight on ripened ​solitary kind​the wild,​me as much ​
​fall​I am the ​their love we’ll find a ​a bird from ​
​much you love ​Let your tears ​snow.​
​to declare​how to tame ​
​I know how ​do:​diamond glint on ​

​bereaved will gather ​

​You taught me ​tears for me​But if you ​I am the ​of loved eminence; and where​me free.​all filled with ​to cry.​blow.​shared a life​

​you who set ​find your eyes ​Till then, remember me, you understand-and try not ​thousand winds that ​with whom she ​Grandpa it was ​should rise and ​

To My Sister…

​of Golden Light…​I am a ​

​man​forget me",​
​If the sun ​to this land ​
​sleep.​has lost the ​
​said "Son please never ​here to see​

​you across​there, I do not ​
​for Terri who ​the eyes and ​
​I am not ​hand and bring ​
​I am not ​and Robert who’ll despair,​looked me in ​

​without me and ​can take your ​
​and weep,​Bindi Sue​
​hand as you ​When tomorrow starts ​day when I ​
​at my grave ​I grieve for ​

​I held your ​Dale​
​Waiting for the ​Do not stand ​
​really, really cared.​By Ricky Ringheim​
​By Jamie Leigh ​sight,​And Weep​

​how much he ​

​Grandpa, I Love You​Without Me​world, just beyond your ​At My Grave ​just​I love ……….​When Tomorrow Starts ​In a timeless ​Do Not Stand ​so aware of ​to tell you ​presence everywhere.​

The Final Flight

​stand​ Music and lyrics: Conn Bernard . Vicki Brown​
​that kept us ​I never got ​You’ll feel my ​
​But now, further along life’s road I ​with you.​candid pane​
​your final wish​and I’ll be there​call my name…​

​And I’ll be there ​and burst the ​
​before you made ​
​Look for me ​And I’ve heard you ​you,​
​bloom​a kiss​once loved​cry:​

​to be near ​his energy wont ​to give you ​
​things that i ​I’ve watched you ​
​Just wish me ​
​that​I never got ​

​In all these ​pain:​I loved you.​
​I cannot credit ​a tug​that soar above​
​I’ve felt your ​
​me, as you know ​

​cry again,​and gave you ​Among towering trees ​
​So many times ​me and love ​the man wont ​
​took your hand ​in so endlessly​you each day:​
​Just look for ​believe​before an angel ​

​And surf rolls ​

​For I visit ​whole life through​I hardly can ​a hug​above the sea​been the same,​Every waking moment, and all your ​

Lose You

​Steve is gone,​

​to give you ​
​Where seagulls cry ​life has never ​
​sky.​
​Carswell​I never got ​
​and I’ll be there.​Since then, I know your ​
​in rainbows, shining in the ​
​by Ivan Donn ​
​By Emilee Reynolds​Look for me ​
​to travel Home…​
​Look for me ​
​A final journeying​Goodbye​
​air​
​come, and I had ​to part now, we won’t say goodbye;​
​have for you.​
​To Tell You ​lingers in the ​
​My time had ​Time for us ​
​we will always​I Never Got ​
​As wood smoke ​to me;​
​again.​

​and the love ​

​had another ……….​my kiss​voice called out ​will hold you, when we meet ​in our hearts,​I though you ​give to you ​But a silent ​My loving arms ​to replace you ​you would leave.​The rain will ​I wouldn’t go,​come and then​

​another one​I never thought ​mist​hand and prayed ​It won’t be forever, the day will ​they’ll never be ​for so long,​there’s cloud or ​

Miss Me But Let Me Go

​You held my ​to you.​you Dad because​
​You were there ​In winter when ​hour,​
​me, and I’ll be close ​We’ll always remember​you​
​you.​When, in our darkest ​me and love ​

​no matter what.​is I miss ​me, I’ll be with ​
​I’ll remember you​Just look for ​bad times,​
​All I know ​Just think of ​a quiet sky​
​world is through,​through good and ​

​you’re gone​of blue​are falling through ​
​sunset, when all the ​us​
​But now that ​under sunny skies ​When winter snows ​
​In the evening ​for Mom and ​too,​

​On sunny days ​Remember me…​the sky.​
​You being there​It hurt me ​
​hours​to say goodbye,​in rainbows, high up in ​
​us.​hurt you​

​me such happy ​

​had a chance ​Look for me ​you always gave ​I know it ​That gave to ​Though we never ​to leave you, I won’t say goodbye;​that warm embrace,​By Amanda Dwyer​flowers​for you…​Time for me ​

From Me

​that caring heart,​

​Grandpa, I Miss You​and colour of ​
​I will wait ​
​I loved you.​that special smile,​My love ……….​
​In the scent ​for you…​
​me, as you know ​We’ll always remember​place.​
​the leaves.​I will wait ​
​me and love ​Dad​
​in a happier ​skin or swirls ​
​Pablo Neruda​Just look for ​
​ON OUR SIDE.​
​I knew you’d soon be ​That cools the ​
​died.​
​new,​To be ALWAYS ​
​face;​
​touch of breeze​
​not living, if you, beloved, my love, if you have ​
​the world is ​
​can count on​raced down my ​
​In the gentle ​
​No, forgive me, if you are ​sunrise when all ​
​Someone that we ​
​As my tears ​
​find me everywhere​

​blind.​

​In the morning ​and a guide,​you everyday.​And you will ​though I am ​the sky.​He’s a guardian ​grandpa, I will love ​and I’ll be there​it come even ​in rainbows, way up in ​HEAVENLY FATHER,​I love you ​

Weep Not For Me

Cancer Poems For Funerals

​Look for me ​must speak: I shall see ​Look for me ​
​And like OUR ​that way.​
​– forget the rest.​am mute I ​to go now, I won’t say goodbye;​
​them happiness…​

​I saw you ​The happy time ​
​victory arrives, even though I ​Time for me ​
​And to bring ​my face when ​you think best​
​with them. When victory, not my victory, but the great ​in Rainbows​

​of him​Tears streamed down ​
​Remember me as ​I shall go ​
​Look for me ​the family proud ​By Lauren​
​cry​go to jail ​

​Pamela Davies​Is to make ​
​Grandfather, Tears​ask – please do not ​
​be dead. When my brothers ​eternal strife.​success​
​Death Of A ​But this I ​

​beaten, I can not ​

​Tormented hearts endure ​To fortune and ​Poem About The ​goodbye​Where blacks are ​future promise​reason Dad aspires​But ……….​time to say ​my voice​only joy and ​For the only ​hold many fears​There was no ​

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

​voice, there shall be ​Where once was ​

​praise,​so empty and ​By Unknown​
​man has no ​ecstasy of life,​And accolade of ​
​As we feel ​I’ll Be There​Because where a ​
​havoc from the ​loving compliments​of tears​
​while crocodile!​on living.​To wreak such ​
​And they merit ​cried an ocean ​

​see-you in a ​it, if you die. I shall go ​
​youth’s exuberance,​different ways,​
​Together we have ​I love you​
​dare to write ​does steal on ​In a million ​
​our dad​Thank-you granddad​dare, I do not ​
​How treacherous death ​just WONDERFUL​Grandpa, our friend and ​

​fully flowered.​

God’s Garden

​I do not ​

​from his tomb.​But Fathers are ​That we’ve lost our ​until they have ​
​on living.​mock us gently ​and his wife…​sad,​
​rest,​are not living, I shall go ​In death now ​To his partner ​
​a little bit ​he will never ​do not exist, if suddenly you ​celebrate​sentimental stuff​

​are all feeling ​not stopped,​If suddenly you ​
​are cause to ​He leaves the ​I know we ​
​but he has ​Dead Woman​Those baubles which ​race of life,​

​By Ilona Blake​best,​Stevie Smith​bloom,​In the grueling ​
​Death Of Grandfather, For My Grandpa​he did his ​talks apace.​
​yesterday a withered ​every day​My dearest, sweet, Great-Granddad Tom.​them fuller.​
​Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and ​The seed of ​But he’s so busy ​you’re gone.​and defiantly made ​

​state a case,​

​and aspirations,​be…​But now I’m sad that ​cherished there smiles,​England, and will not ​Those golden dreams ​And as "soft" as he can ​I knew you.​made them colour,​Happiness is like ​loves perpetually bereft.​You’ll find he’s sentimental​I’m so happy ​bloom,​never ends,​

​To leave his ​else can see​or brother.​he helped them ​and her song ​

After Glow

​nature’s order​Where no one ​
​you’ll not meet, my new sister ​he cried.​
​Grief is explicit ​Perfidious sleep confounded ​look inside Dad’s heart,​
​I’m sorry that ​and with laughter ​
​for friends,​he left,​
​But if you ​be another.​
​he watches us,​Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally ​
​this earthly home ​we call emotion,​
​There will never ​pride,​Happiness​
​Too early yet ​To the thing ​
​There’s no-one like you,​
​it is his ​KevF – 21st August 2007​my precious son​

​not subject​

​around, on Friday afternoons.​it looks beautiful,​through life’s mortal maze.​Unendingly I mourn ​That Fathers are ​When I came ​he make sure ​Guiding us always ​My Precious Son​

I Know Not Why

​the notion,​

​the room,​fall.​our days​
​Robert Herrick​We sometimes get ​
​smile, would light up ​and there in ​stay with us, through each of ​
​lightly covers her.​is the reason​
​How your wonderful ​in summer,​They comfort and ​
​The earth that ​And perhaps that ​first time, upon your knee.​

​he was there ​our grief​Give her strewings, but not stir​
​scrimmage"…​Sit for the ​them all,​
​to cope with ​eyes did peep.​And "hero or the ​
​see me,​he has seen ​
​and help us ​As her little ​provider​
​how proud, he was to ​he’s seen them,​They watch us ​

​asleep​

​As protector and ​He told me ​a new word.​go to, well it’s my belief​as fell fast ​to "HIS IMAGE"​her tummy.​another step,​Where do they ​Who as soon ​To live up ​

Poem of Life

​I was in ​a new bird,​
​on sand.​flesh and blood:​
​daily​a tear, when he said ​
​a new flower,​
​Walking beside us, on grass or ​Lately made of ​
​And Father struggles ​How you wiped ​
​Granddad​Loving us always, holding our hands​Here she lies, a pretty bud,​
​our ills…​round with Mummy,​
​Garden For My ​us, calming our fear​
​Child That Died​And nurses all ​
​of the time, when he came ​away.​
​they stay with ​Epitaph Upon A ​
​up little hurts​He told me ​
​take our GRANDAD ​I think that ​
​The Bible, King James Version​While Mother binds ​
​in life.​for you to ​

​here?​

​past.​pays the bills,​you, as you were ​was this ok ​go to, when no longer ​that which is ​The man who ​As he remembered ​Why why why ​Where do they ​hath already been; and God requireth ​be​

She is Gone

​tears in Daddy’s eyes,​

​the following day,​that way.​is to be ​
​For, somehow, Father seems to ​But there were ​day and gone ​

​them with us ​been is now; and that which ​we should…​
​lake.​where her one ​to think of ​That which hath ​

​As often as ​a walk, by a beautiful ​We can’t believe you ​
​I’d like you ​fear before him.​praises​Take them for ​

​alive.​each day?​it, that men should ​not sing their ​
​Jake,​by being here ​hear us, and watch us ​taken from it: and God doeth ​

​And we do ​Josh, and Luke and ​shown them wrong ​
​Do they still ​put to it, nor any thing ​Too little understood,​To play with ​

​time have you ​evening breeze?​for ever: nothing can be ​people​
​heaven.​but how many ​us, in the cool ​

​gift of God. I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be ​

​Fathers are wonderful ​Daddy, that you’d gone to ​and thrive,​Are they around ​his labor, it is the ​Rice​To tell my ​might not live ​

Legacy of Love

​leave?​
​good of all ​by Helen Steiner ​seven,​
​them say you ​go to, the people who ​eat and drink, and enjoy the ​
​People​at ten past ​have we herd ​
​Where do they ​every man should ​Fathers are Wonderful ​
​My Nanny rang ​How many time ​go to?​
​life. And also that ​me.​Great Grandad Tom​say goodbye.​
​Where do they ​good in his ​dont die on ​us all stronger.​
​for us to ​Jeanne Willis​man to rejoice, and to do ​
​My father, my father,​it will make ​time has come ​
​our dreams.’​good in them, but for a ​be.​
​is hard but ​We can’t believe the ​

​up home inside ​

​there is no ​things that must ​suffer no longer. I know this ​goodbyes.​They simply set ​I know that ​around forever, and i have ​grandfather. My granddad will ​had your last ​‘I can’t be sure,’ said Grandad, ‘but it seems​to the end.​

Sleep, My Sister

​i wont be ​

​a good dad, husband, brother uncle and ​rest as you ​
​sky?​from the beginning ​
​come see me,​My granddad was ​bless, now it’s time to ​
​or in the ​that God maketh ​daughter,​

​way or another.​Good night God ​Somewhere down below ​
​out the work ​
​my daughter my ​
​touched in 1 ​By Sarah Cooper​

Cancer Poems For Funerals

​they die?​man can find ​said to me,​
​him would be ​Granddad​go to when ​
​in their heart, so that no ​My father, my father,​went past. Everyone who knew ​
​While I’m still there, I can’t be dead.​Where do people ​set the world ​

​be.​to anyone who ​thoughts, inside your head,​
​Inside Our Dreams​in his time: also he hath ​world really can ​
​made me laugh. He liked talking ​I am the ​
​Henry Van Dyke​every thing beautiful ​

​how beautiful this ​his face and ​
​cloud, that’s drifting by.​who love, time is Eternity.​in it. He hath made ​
​made me see,​a smile on ​
​I am the ​But for those ​to be exercised ​

​my father, my father,​

​He always had ​sky,​those who rejoice,​sons of men ​I love he,​his liquorice-stick-filled pockets.​bird, up in the ​Too short for ​given to the ​

If Only You Could Have Stayed

​My father, my father,​

​his head and ​
​I am the ​those that grieve,​
​the travail, which God hath ​by Dakota Ellerton​
​never came off ​mirth.​

​Too long for ​
​I have seen ​
​My Father, My Father​
​socks and sandals, the hat that ​

​laughter, I am the ​those that fear,​
​he laboreth?​to keep.​
​Granddad with his ​I am the ​
​Too swift for ​in that wherein ​

​As good enough ​
​image of my ​rain, refreshing the earth,​
​that wait,​he that worketh ​
​mercy I’ll be judged​be the vivid ​

​I am the ​slow for those ​
​What profit hath ​That in His ​
​There will always ​star, shining so bright.​
​Time is too ​of peace.​

​net I’m perfectly asleep​By Ferney​
​I am the ​For Katrina’s Sun Dial​
​war, and a time ​When, in the Lord’s safe landing ​
​angels.​sun ,bringing you light,​for me​

​to hate; a time of ​

​humbly pray​heaven with the ​I am the ​care of you ​love, and a time ​I’ll then most ​sleep well in ​toes.​To take good ​a time to ​last cast​Granddad,​frost, that nips your ​

In Our Minds

​them​
​to speak;​
​come to my ​
​We love you ​

​I am the ​
​sure to tell ​keep silence, and a time ​
​And when I ​
​home again.​your nose,​

​And please be ​to sew; a time to ​
​my dying day:​and bring you ​
​snowflake that kisses ​
​so tenderly​rend, and a time ​

​for trout Until ​heaven,​
​I am the ​
​As they sing ​a time to ​
​I may fish ​right up to ​

​ground.​the angels​
​to cast away;​God grant that ​
​we would walk ​lies in the ​
​run free with ​keep, and a time ​

​Angler’s Prayer​make a lane,​
​here I’m all around, only my body ​So go and ​
​to lose; a time to ​of me​
​and memories could ​I am still ​

​Shall never, ever depart​

​get, and a time ​that you’re a part ​build a stairway,​tear,​you gave us​a time to ​I’m so glad​If tears could ​my soul’s is here, please don’t shed another ​Each precious moment ​embracing;​

Sister and Best Friend

​see​there.​
​My body’s gone but ​hearts​
​to refrain from ​as you can ​
​to leave you ​side,​

​Deep inside our ​embrace, and a time ​
​Papa​as we turn ​
​I’m by your ​always be hidden​a time to ​
​I love you ​heartache,​

​have died, for I’m still here ​Your face will ​
​together;​something to tell​
​No-one knows the ​me now I ​
​have​to gather stones ​

​when I have ​with care,​
​ Don’t cry for ​time we did ​
​cast away stones, and a time ​
​I run to​

​Our flowers placed ​me​
​glad for the ​a time to ​
​That’s why you’re the one ​you travel,​
​Don’t Cry for ​

​But make us ​
​to dance;​not as well​
​To the grave ​
​Judi Walker​never escape us​

​mourn, and a time ​

​or maybe just ​have died.​strong!​Your memory will ​to laugh; a time to ​don’t understand me​you never would ​together we are ​last​weep, and a time ​Most other people ​have saved you,​Angel Moms and ​a lifetime will ​a time to ​kid​If love could ​Because we are ​

Broken Chain

​And our pain ​

​to build up;​and whisper you’re my little ​
​we cried,​cope,​
​us​break down, and a time ​
​me​A million times ​
​find ways to ​taken you from ​to heal; a time to ​
​up and squeeze ​we missed you,​
​Together we will ​Although he has ​kill, and a time ​
​You pick me ​A million times ​
​belong,​proud​
​a time to ​I’m too big​
​took you home.​place where we ​
​feel nothing but ​planted;​
​you never say ​the day god ​
​We’ll create a ​And we should ​
​that which is ​me​with you,​

​each other hope,​

​him​to pluck up ​someone to hold ​of us went ​We can give ​to be with ​plant, and a time ​When I need ​for a part ​

Her Journey’s Just Begun

​day by day.​

​has chosen you ​a time to ​eye​
​went alone,​
​can make it ​For the lord ​
​to die;​twinkle in my ​
​but you never ​Because together we ​
​golden clouds​be born, and a time ​
​to keep that ​you,​and try again,​
​Dance around the ​a time to ​still there​
​hearts to lose ​But we’ll get up ​
​the angels​under the heaven:​
​My Papa is ​It broke our ​
​the way,​run free with ​
​to every purpose ​the sky​
​rest in peace.​and fall along ​So go and ​
​is a season, and a time ​and reach for ​
​always grandpa,​We may stumble ​

​run free​

​To everything there ​older​I love you ​hand my friend,​So go and ​Everything​As I grow ​not to cry​So take my ​Joyce Grenfell​

Dear Sister in Heaven

​– A Time For ​else would do​it helps me ​
​being gone.​well.​Book of Ecclesiastes ​
​papa no one ​us,​
​pain of them ​on, So sing as ​
​Dylan Thomas​You were my ​your watching over ​
​To survive the ​But Life goes ​light.​
​first knew​and to know ​needed each other,​
​must, Parting is hell,​dying of the ​
​hand that’s when I ​the sky​They knew we ​
​Weep if you ​Rage, rage against the ​
​in my tiny ​the angels in ​alone,​
​I have known.​good night.​put your finger ​angels​
​on this journey ​usual selves that ​gentle into that ​
​When you first ​now with the ​They didn’t want us ​But be the ​
​Do not go ​Ten little toes​but you are ​
​us together,​voice​
​your fierce tears, I pray.​Ten perfect fingers​
​home again​Our children brought ​in a Sunday ​
​Curse, bless, me now with ​would know​

​and bring you ​

​and long.​Nor when I’m gone speak ​sad height,​I guess you ​heaven​walk is hard ​a stone,​And you, my father, there on the ​I was born​right up to ​The path we ​flower nor inscribe ​light.​From the time ​we would march ​

Last Journey

​need to explain,​

​Break not a ​dying of the ​Paula M. Newman​
​build a lane​there is no ​rest of you​
​Rage, rage against the ​No Other​
​and memories could ​With each other ​

​go before the ​and be gay,​
​A Love Like ​build a staircase​
​strong,​If I should ​
​blaze like meteors ​been longer.​

​if love could ​share is very ​Her Friends​
​Blind eyes could ​it could have ​
​we will meet​The bond we ​By Herself and ​
​blinding sight​and always wish ​

​that day where ​others pain,​
​Robert Burns​
​Grave men, near death, who see with ​with my father​
​that day​We understand each ​

​best of this.​good night.​
​walk I took ​cant wait for ​
​same tears.​none, he made the ​
​gentle into that ​I’ll remember that ​

​and we all ​the age, we cry the ​
​If there is ​Do not go ​
​as a wife,​feel complete​
​But no matter ​bliss;​

​on its way,​girl and now ​
​our lives wont ​their lives begun,​
​If there’s another world, he lives in ​And learn, too late, they grieved it ​
​first as a ​how much we’ll miss you​their babies before ​

​knowledge so inform’d;​flight,​
​my life,​words cant describe ​
​Some have lost ​Few heads with ​the sun in ​
​walks I’ve taken in ​took you home​

​years,​his, with virtue warm’d,​caught and sang ​
​In all the ​the day god ​
​grow over the ​Few hearts like ​
​Wild men who ​wonderful life.​with you​

​Who we watched ​
​youth:​light.​
​both for my ​of us went ​
​or sons,​age, and guide of ​dying of the ​

​to thank them ​as a part ​
​lost older daughters ​The friend of ​
​Rage, rage against the ​by his wife,​
​went alone​Some of us ​

​truth,​



Funeral Poems for Grandfather

​bay,​

​as we walked ​

​although you never ​mother.​man, the friend of ​in a green ​Not long enough ​you​title of grieving ​The friend of ​might have danced ​am.​hearts to leave ​We share the ​rest,​Their frail deeds ​the person I ​It broke our ​a brighter tomorrow,​here lies at ​by, crying how bright​me to be ​Our Grandad​Given hope for ​An honest man ​Good men, the last wave ​who has taught ​in your heart.​other,​Friend​good night.​this man,​me I’m right here ​encouragement to each ​Epitaph on a ​gentle into that ​to walk with ​you think of ​We have given ​WH Auden​Do not go ​Not long enough ​For every time ​our sorrow,​
​to any good.​

Funeral Poems for Grandfather

​lightening they​

​hill.​don’t think we’re far apart,​
​our tears and ​can ever come ​
​had forked no ​after every tough ​starts without me ​
​We have shared ​For nothing now ​Because their words ​
​joke,​So when tomorrow ​Angel Moms​
​up the wood.​right,​
​after every bad ​for the past.​Geoffrey Davies​
​ocean and sweep ​know dark is ​
​him still,​here there’s no longing ​
​circle of flowers, towards the road.​Pour away the ​at their end ​
​to laugh with ​day’s the same ​away from the ​
​the sun;​Though wise men ​
​Not long enough ​And since each ​the sloping driveway,​
​moon and dismantle ​light.​
​every rough tide.​will always last​
​him walking down ​Pack up the ​
​dying of the ​by mine after ​
​tomorrow but today ​am dead, I will see ​one;​
​Rage, rage against the ​as he was ​I promise no ​
​long after I ​not wanted now, put out every ​day;​
​his side,​it starts anew.​because, one day,​
​The stars are ​at close of ​

​to stand by ​

​past but here ​home from work ​forever: ‘I was wrong’​burn and rave ​
​Not long enough ​on earth is ​on my way ​love would last ​
​Old age should ​pride.​
​Today your life ​pass the cemetery ​
​I thought that ​good night,​always brimming with ​
​all I’ve promised you​look as I ​
​My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,​gentle into that ​
​and remember his ​is eternity And ​
​And I usually ​rest,​Do not go ​
​eyes​He said This ​
​to myself."​and my Sunday ​
​Good Night​to engage his ​
​throne.​hug the knowledge ​My working week ​
​Gentle Into That ​Not long enough ​

​his great golden ​no one but ​West,​

​Do Not Go ​this amazing person, this loving man.​
​at me from ​I will tell ​
​North, my South, my East and ​Christina Rossetti​hand,​
​down and smiled ​of Phil.​

​He was my ​be sad.​to hold his ​
​As God looked ​for the glory ​
​cotton gloves.​should remember and ​Not long enough ​
​at home​what I do ​

​policemen wear black ​Than that you ​
​soon.​felt so much ​
​to succeed in ​Let the traffic ​
​and smile​path ended too ​

​walked through Heaven’s gate and ​"I am going ​
​public doves,​you should forget ​
​I realized the ​But when I ​
​papers, saying to myself,​

​necks of the ​

​Better by far ​

​walk that afternoon,​with sorrow.​study sorting my ​round the white ​
​once I had,​Moments before our ​heart was filled ​
​floor in my ​Put crépe bows ​the thoughts that ​
​by Kelly Horn​
​I did my ​
​sit on the ​He is Dead,​A vestige of ​
​Moments Before​you and when ​Yet I can ​
​sky the message ​leave​
​be with me.​I thought of ​
​me so?​Scribbling on the ​darkness and corruption ​
​You will always ​tomorrow​
​slightly mad people. Who would think ​moaning overhead​
​For if the ​what​things that I’d miss come ​there are many ​
​Let aeroplanes circle ​And afterwards remember, do not grieve:​that no matter ​thought of worldly ​I wonder if ​
​come.​for a while​For I know ​
​And when I ​of Phil​
​coffin, let the mourners ​should forget me ​be beside me​
​me.​To The Glory ​Bring out the ​

​Yet if you ​Your spirit will ​

​the place of ​Emily Dickinson​
​drum​then or pray.​
​I am​memories would take ​live in vain.​
​and with muffled ​late to counsel ​No matter where ​
​For emptiness and ​I shall not ​Silence the pianos ​
​It will be ​for your country.​
​be​again,​
​a juicy bone.​Only remember me; you understand​
​of your courage ​this could never ​
​Unto his nest ​from barking with ​that you planned:​
​I will think ​fully realize that ​
​fainting robin​
​Prevent the dog ​of our future ​magnificence​
​But then I ​Or help one ​
​telephone,​You tell me ​of mountains, their majesty and ​
​you smile.​pain,​
​clocks, cut off the ​by day​
​When I think ​and maybe see ​the aching, Or cool one ​
​Stop all the ​no more day ​family.​
​and kiss you ​ease one life ​
​Funeral Blues​Remember me when ​love for your ​
​I’d say goodbye ​If I can ​

​Mary Lee Hall​

​yet turning stay.​
​of your endless ​
​while​
​live in vain:​
​you.​turn to go ​
​I will think ​
​just a little ​from breaking, I shall not ​
​may therein comfort ​Nor I half ​
​sea​
​have stayed for ​
​stop one heart ​
​and I perchance ​the hand,​
​out to the ​If I could ​
​If I can ​mine​
​hold me by ​

​When I look ​we had.​Not In Vain​

​unfinished tasks of ​go no more ​

​cannot grow strong.​all the fun ​free.​
​Complete these dear ​When you can ​Without life’s challenges I ​
​we shared and ​now, He set me ​thine.​
​land;​cannot bloom​all the love ​
​with me, God wanted me ​other hearts than ​
​into the silent ​Without rain flowers ​I thought of ​
​heart and share ​something to comfort ​Gone far away ​
​trees cannot grow​and the bad​Lift up your ​

​to do​

​away,​

Cancer Poems For Funerals

​That without rain ​
​the good ones ​grief.​and trembling hand ​
​I am gone ​
​me so well’​all the yesterdays ​now with undue ​
​nerving thy heart ​Remember me when ​
​what you taught ​I thought of ​brief, Don’t lengthen it ​
​life and smile,​Remember​
​And will remember ​was leaving you.​seemed all too ​

​turn again to ​Steve ‘The Crocodile Hunter’ Irwin.​
​wisdom​impossible that I ​Perhaps my time ​
​For my sake ​journeying of​your words of ​
​It seems almost ​My Life’s been full, I savoured much, Good friends, good times, a loved one’ touch.​
​silent dust.​a joyous final ​I will hear ​
​do​tomorrow.​vigil by the ​call​
​window sill​

​much yet to ​

​the sunshine of ​who keep long ​
​voices heard and ​patter against my ​for and so ​
​sorrow, I wish you ​others sore undone,​to make our ​the rain pitter ​
​much to live ​
​with times of ​be not like ​we join​
​When I hear ​I had so ​Be not burdened ​
​while,​and though bereaved ​your love.​to die.​
​I will miss.​
​you here a ​beliefs,​the warmth of ​it wasn’t my time ​A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss, Ah, yes, these things too ​

​die and leave ​we share profound ​

​I will feel ​

​life I’d always thought ​with remembered joy.​
​If I should ​with whom​
​window awakens me​For all my ​
​void, Then fill it ​Life​A loving larrikin ​
​shining through my ​eye​
​has left a ​Turn Again To ​stir our souls.​
​When the sun ​fell from my ​If my parting ​Mary Frye​
​passion deep to ​life.​away a tear ​
​day.​die!​commonsense and​simple things in ​
​turned to walk ​end of the ​there, I did not ​to us with ​To appreciate the ​
​But as I ​peace at the ​I am not ​talks​
​I will know ​I dearly love.​way, I’ve found that ​
​pain.​freely​it is you ​
​When I see ​Saying goodbye to ​When life separates ​
​by Tram-Tiara T. Von Reichenbach​others and gave ​earth’s beauty or ​
​who leaves the ​the love of​well, laughed often and ​This giant pine, magnificent and old.​
​fast".​– and said,​Where it had ​
​As if to ​and the cooling ​Within its fold ​
​ A giant pine, magnificent and old​How can he ​
​father to the ​father to the ​
​wild.​‘The child is ​
​The Child Is ​to replace you ​no matter what.​
​You being there​that special smile,​all along,​you did,​
​If we have ​best?​you​
​The value of ​And accept our ​support us …..​
​us?​Did we remember ​
​Back​father.​
​like my Father,​I do see ​me is the ​
​He risked his ​He joined the ​

​He wrote what ​

​Education​

​on his fellow ​He was a ​
​And we’re just glad ​who you’ve been.​The things that ​
​us tight,​mistakes,​your dreams,​
​a girl/boy,​
​life.​strife.​In your memory ​
​The fear now ​so blessed.​peace, my soul’s at rest​
​Grieve if you ​Grandfather​written for Billy ​
​as I have ​will say goodbye​All that knew ​
​You were really ​You will always ​You were a ​
​I will treasure ​I know you ​
​become a loving ​So heaven has ​
​to have had ​colostomy bag. He told me ​then eventually his ​
​a hospice as ​last 4 weeks ​out he had ​Nan but over ​
​to cancer. Growing up I ​• 2427 Views​to the reception​
​Now i can’t except this ​Speak kindly of ​I’ll be watching ​
​You will have ​It’s always yours ​Enriched by those ​
​At the station ​journey​To build a ​
​really changed​Who took an ​brief reminder​
​time today​on my way​believe​

​The pain and ​its destination​

​station​

​loss of a ​his first wife ​
​an Love Lives ​heart.​
​apart,​
​all eternity, just as God ​
​And though your ​for, you had so ​and you had ​An angel came ​and each time ​
​much you care ​there are so ​and ponder how ​
​never be forgotten. It is often ​poem is a ​
​is ever lost​her as living​
​how nothing but ​years.​
​in a place ​only one.​away​
​one part of ​comfort when mourning ​calls us one ​
​Our family chain ​still our guide,​
​The day God ​You did not ​in death we ​
​that morning​when you are ​
​after the passing ​a loved one ​
​“Broken Chain” is a funeral ​friend,​
​And those random ​nod and concur.​
​I was truly ​sharp pain.​
​we could all ​and how could ​
​my face,​The moment I ​
​that special bond. It would be ​
​lucky enough to ​in our minds,​

​We promise to ​

​blessed.​much more than ​Our hearts are ​why did you ​
​Our questions pointing,​Sorrow has arrived,​your sister’s memory at ​
​ends with a ​This funeral poem ​
​is true…​Gone but not ​
​your face.​this pain I ​
​Surrounded by family,​reach.​

​silence brings thoughts​

​quickly​

​By Catherine Lamberton​
​feel after the ​
​~​
​But after night ​
​So… sleep on my ​open their eyes.​But I have ​
​like a hole ​
​head​
​Undone things we’ll never do​stain.​
​I hate that ​
​By T. Hutchinson​at peace, free from suffering ​poem offers comfort ​sleep,​
​Now the time ​
​just as a ​us all in ​

​to find,​You gave us ​

​legacy we have ​all are for ​

​If your sister ​turn your back​
​and let it ​
​You can remember ​yesterday​the love you ​
​Your heart can ​pray that she’ll come back​

​or you can ​her loss.​
​the incredible and ​poem is a ​
​everlasting peace,​And when the ​
​we know.​but never meant ​

​Different paths along ​A resting place ​
​for a sister.​place on the ​
​We should remind ​cry?​
​spring,​They break my ​

​know; it lies too ​smiling, so am I.​
​weeping, so am I;​By Morris Rosenfeld​
​uses powerful imagery ​~​
​the sun​sunny days.​

​whispering softly down ​glow​
​memory of me​would be perfect ​
​that our sister ​
​was still here.” This next poem ​lost a beloved ​

​you the day ​hearts to lose ​
​to climb​Earth again​
​were suffering, he knew you ​place​
​to rest​Earth and saw ​

​his garden and ​there, I did not ​
​shine at night.​swift uplifting rush​
​I am the ​diamond glints on ​
​sleep.​Do not stand ​

​died, but who shall ​by Mary Elizabeth ​
​a poem to ​death​
​fight for breath​things out of ​There is no ​
​For with your ​Upon my soul’s sweet flight​

​Into that gentle ​formal celebration of ​
​she died. This funeral poem ​Me” reassures us that ​
​with me.​You’ll find the ​
​my filing, still smiling​confuse you;​

​and worlds sever​

​it, and hold it ​
​away far, and you see ​
​By Anna Williams​
​be seen in ​
​provides comfort in ​Miss me, but let me ​
​Go to the ​
​the road to ​go alone;​
​go.​low.​
​Miss me a ​
​rites in a ​
​of the road​
​a beautiful tribute ​This touching funeral ​
​be consumed by ​conveys what our ​
​~​Ready for your ​
​I’m waiting here,​

​I’m trying to ​

​But now you’re gone,​Without you by ​

​By Adriana​
​deep sorrow that ​now, He set me ​
​grief.​Perhaps my time ​
​I wish you ​Ah, yes, these things too ​
​has left a ​I’ve found that ​
​stay another day,​heard his call,​
​I’m following the ​“found peace at ​life. It reflects on ​
​~​He’s placed a ​

​stormy weather.​played together;​
​up through the ​
​My laughter and ​unconditionally,​I’m blessed to ​
​memorial service, and even a ​friendship and love.​
​your sister since ​
​~​You earned those ​
​can no longer ​wings brush against ​
​You fly into ​Sister my angel ​

​the multi-coloured wings​Your spirit here ​
​you wings as ​soared​
​saw your wings​who is now ​
​We love this ​a trend,​
​sweet as chocolate ​frowns.​
​having your ups ​express your feelings,​
​you in life ​
​full of strife.​When she is ​with laughs and ​

​Her comforting words ​your life, she is there ​
​drawn apart.​you from the ​attention​
​are free from ​me so care ​
​I will know ​me always.​

​soul​be with me.​
​My Father​the best in ​
​lacked appreciation of ​accomplished his task;​
​intelligent men and ​who has lived ​–​
​me. Its work stands ​passed paid tribute ​
​day.​
​a landmark stood, erect and unafraid,​

​beneath was gentle,​Shed beauty, grace and power.​by Georgia Harkness​
​man!’​‘The man is ​‘The child is ​
​be? The words are ​Hopkins​have for you.​another one​
​bad times,​us.​We’ll always remember​
​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 ​with people, just like my ​French accent just ​
​relate to as ​
​Seein’ my Father in ​War.​an answer.​
​forgot.​matter.​He played jokes ​
​by Anita Guindon​start to end,​No thought of ​
​about​made you hold ​make the same ​

​loves and had ​

​Grandma/Grandpa, you were just ​But celebrate my ​Remember not the ​

​your thoughts,​pain, I suffer not,​love I was ​
​I am at ​that gentle night.​THE BEST.​apart.​
​But as long ​So grandad I ​the rest​

​spot.​lot​you’re gone.​goes on​
​far.​Your life has ​Sarah Harrison​
​am truely blessed ​fitted with a ​pride and dignity ​

​to go in ​Nan spent the ​
​to him. He only found ​was to my ​grandad last year ​• By nitin​
​Please make haste ​you​you knew​

​As you know ​vacant​you​just a journey​
​that I’ll be there​One day you’ll take your ​
​on the past​That nothing has ​know are waiting​

​Each one a ​It’s not your ​
​To wish me ​Only happiness I ​tribulations​
​I’m excited about ​train at the ​anyone grieving the ​

​in memory of ​to us by ​
​you’re right here, deep within my ​we’re never far ​
​You’ll live for ​was taking you.​much to live ​
​ready in heaven, far above…​too.​you,​

​I know how ​

​today,​I sit here ​us, but who will ​

​This next funeral ​for nothing loved ​And think of ​know today​
​no days or ​and the tears​this earth is ​
​her as gone ​over, it is only ​provides us with ​But as God ​at our side.​
​Your love is ​you​you,​loved you dearly,​We little knew ​
​family one day ​may feel broken ​the passing of ​~​Sister and best ​
​voice.​Countless others,​August rain.​and felt a ​
​for,​happen,​My hands cradled ​life ceremony.​
​gives tribute to ​If you were ​You shall live ​rest.​we’ve all been ​
​you,​to conceive.​go,​cry.​consumed in grief.​
​way to honour ​her loss, but it also ​~​Of course that ​your place.​
​and just see ​so empty,​beseech.​dreams out of ​
​yet not anymore​the tears fall ​without her.​and emptiness we ​see you awake.​is night.​good, eternal life they’ll gain.​that God will ​by knives.​It really is ​fallen upon your ​Unspoken words you’ve left behind​have left a ​that you’ve left bare​heaven one day.​
​illness. She is now ​This next funeral ​peace, you’ve earned your ​your best,​a wife not ​You fought for ​would be hard ​to fight,​This is the ​how thankful we ​~​mind, be empty and ​cherish her memory ​yesterday.​tomorrow and live ​be full of ​
​she’s left.​your eyes and ​is gone​the pain of ​to focus on ​This next funeral ​

​And find an ​

​journey’s slow.​Far greater than ​

​some things,​
​different journeys,​what’s to be,​
​or memorial service ​a temporary stopping ​~​
​sing? Why do I ​birds of lovely ​
​sigh,​
​I do not ​The sun is ​

​The clouds are ​

​we are grieving.​

​make me cry. This touching poem ​done​
​to dry before ​and bright and ​leave an echo​
​leave an after ​I’d like the ​
​This inspirational poem ​has passed, and reminds us ​

​sister. I wish she ​When you have ​
​us went with ​It broke our ​hills too hard ​
​get well on ​He knew you ​to your heavenly ​
​and lifted you ​down upon the ​God looked around ​

​I am not ​soft stars that ​I am the ​
​grain.​I am the ​there, I do not ​
​Frye​a sister who ​funeral poem written ​
​When looking for ​dwell upon my ​

​Remember not my ​

​Put now these ​many years​

​need for tears​long​
​have gone​and religious funeral, to a less ​her beautiful life, not on how ​
​“Weep Not For ​swirling sky, turning​like you said,​I’ll be beguiling ​
​light-years or seven​If our words ​You can fold ​If I go ​

​look for her.​us, she can still ​
​poem for sister ​good deeds.​at heart​
​A step on ​And each must ​Miss me, but let me ​
​your head bowed ​free!​I want no ​to the end ​

​life service. It would be ​your life.​
​to know: grieve for me, but do not ​beloved sister. This poem eloquently ​My sister…​

​my face,​doesn’t feel right,​
​I’m going crazy,​We promised,​Standing alone,​
​be forgotten.​reflects on the ​
​God wanted me ​now with undue ​Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.​sorrow,​

​A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,​If my parting ​way,​
​I could not ​hand when I ​

Cancer Poems For Funerals

​me, for now I’m free,​

​that she has ​attending a funeral, memorial service, or celebration of ​me.​

​family;​Through good and ​We laughed and ​
​As we grew ​joys and sorrows,​You’ve loved me ​
​Coxsey​a funeral or ​sister for her ​
​you had with ​angel eternal.​my heart.​
​shed since I ​I feel your ​forever my angel.​
​times.​eyes and see ​
​side​faint flutter of ​your eyes and ​
​that I never ​for a sister ​
​~​is not just ​
​She is as ​smile and never ​Whether you are ​
​whom you can ​She flies with ​not around, your days are ​
​miles.​fills your life ​difficult times,​
​Once she enters ​you cannot be ​someone who loves ​
​flower catches my ​assuring me you ​brushes gently by ​

​branch​

​will be with ​is only your ​

​You will always ​Your Spirit – A Tribute to ​who looked for ​who has never ​
​his niche and ​the respect of ​
​a success –​bonds can hold ​It left it’s mark on ​
​But men who ​It fell one ​Its towering arms ​
​The velvet ground ​all around​To My Father​
​father to the ​did write ran,​can:​
​How can he ​by Gerard Manley ​we will always​
​they’ll never be ​through good and ​you always gave ​

​Dad​

​And 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 ​
​for children, like my Father.​I love being ​I have a ​

​Which I can ​my Father.​
​the Second World ​so that someday, there will be ​learned he never ​
​it did not ​and laughter,​My Father​Your life from ​
​‘Grandma/Grandpa’,​We haven’t always thought ​But that just ​

​You watched us ​You had your ​always been old!​
​death,​fight for breath​things out of ​
​There is no ​
​For with your ​soul’s sweet flight.​am gone into ​

​goodbye grandad SIMPLY ​be too far ​all my heart​
​the best.​A cut above ​A loving treasured ​
​for me a ​I cant believe ​As my life ​
​will never be ​another star​Goodbye Granddad​

​he was ready. I believe I ​

​when he was ​him of his ​

​because she wouldn’t allow him ​went and my ​get really close ​
​grandad as I ​I lost my ​~​
​me to leave​it will be ​To mention who ​
​fulfill your ambitions​no seat is ​
​take that from ​That Life is ​
​And i promise ​always last​
​To catch up ​reassure me​Many friends I ​

​Some are happy, some are sad​

​join in​there​

​I am going​The trials and ​me​
​There is a ​is applicable to ​it. It was written ​
​poem was submitted ​you​Heaven’s gate,​
​starts anew.​impossible that God ​You had so ​
​your place was ​I know you’ll miss me ​
​I care for ​say.​talk with you ​

​services.​

​no longer with ​~​

​touched​away.​that we could ​
​where there are ​from the sorrows ​
​many facets​Don’t think of ​on earth is ​This spiritual poem ​
​the same,​You are always ​beautiful memories,​
​us went with ​hearts to lose ​In life we ​
​By Ron Tranmer​will mend your ​chain. Although your family ​
​a religious service. This poem describes ​I shall send.​
​Rest in peace,​and her comforting ​sister like her.​Like a severe ​
​dropped,​much to live ​
​Why did this ​died.​
​her funeral service, memorial service, or celebration of ​best friend, this next poem ​
​~​
​you.​for you to ​in our lives,​
​We shall miss ​is so hard ​
​Why did you ​to mourn and ​We stand motionless,​
​be a wonderful ​feel while grieving ​stayed.​

​say.​

​to stand in ​could hug you​My heart is ​
​to you I ​sleepless,​
​Silence is golden​the same,​
​be the same ​grief of pain ​
​wait hoping to ​you the sky ​

​Those who did ​

​The Bible says ​

​but carved out ​been fed​ A peace has ​
​your mind​On my mind, your saddened eyes ​Although there’s so much ​
​with her in ​
​to a long ​~​So go in ​

​us you gave ​

​Not just as ​kind.​

​A stronger person ​love and how ​A wife, a mother, a grandma too,​
​poem is taylor-made for her. It beautifully captures ​on.​and close your ​
​or you can ​tomorrow because of ​your back on ​
​or you can ​and see all ​You can close ​tears that she ​

​of focusing on ​died. It reminds us ​~​
​great reward,​For some the ​a place,​
​meant to learn ​
​We all have ​A pause in ​

​a religious funeral ​destined for heaven. Life is just ​
​why.​Why do I ​I hear the ​winds of autumn ​
​weep?​high,​sky,​
​we feel when ​me smile, and other times ​

​when life is ​

​who grieve,​

​and laughing times​I’d like to ​
​I’d like to ​service.​with happiness, love and joy.​
​the person who ​when you don’t think: “I miss my ​~​
​For part of ​whispered “Peace be Thine”​

​rough and the ​

​you would never ​

​the best​they flew you ​arms around you ​He then looked ​
​By Melissa Shreve​and cry;​I am the ​in the morning’s hush​sunlight on ripened ​
​blow.​I am not ​By Mary Elizabeth ​beautiful tribute to ​
​the following famous ​~​Please do not ​I live on​now all gone​For all those ​There is no ​will, but not for ​me though I ​types of service, from a traditional ​to dwell on ​~​
​You’ll steal the ​turn red,​I’ll see you.​

​If two thousand ​

​it.​it, I’m inside it.​

​from behind it.​the time to ​
​no longer with ​This next funeral ​sorrows in doing ​
​lonely and sick ​
​Master’s plan​must take​shared,​
​And not with ​
​a soul set ​me,​
​When I come ​funeral service, memorial service, or celebration of ​I brought into ​
​would want us ​for remembering a ​takes forever,​
​Tears running down ​But it just ​Without you,​

​life,​am,​gone, she will never ​
​This heart-wrenching funeral poem ​with me,​
​Don’t lengthen it ​My Life’s been full, I savoured much,​with times of ​
​with remembered joy.​day.​
​must stay that ​it all.​

​I took his ​Don’t grieve for ​
​and expresses gratitude ​comfort to guests ​the heart of ​
​That’s more than ​me,​little children​inspiration,​You’ve shared my ​
​you friend;​By Allison Chambers ​

​to read at ​to thank your ​
​and special relationship ​always be my ​
​arms but in ​the tears I ​
​asleep​always my sister ​and my happiest ​
​I close my ​longer on this ​the​
​When you closed ​How is it ​

​a mom, we modified it ​

​turn to her, your best friend.​

​Having a sister ​a grudge,​you with a ​family dealings.​
​A companion to ​heart with love,​When she is ​for miles and ​A partner who ​
​helps you through ​be taken away,​
​much you argue ​A sister is ​reminding me​fragrance of a ​it is you ​When a butterfly ​
​on a nearby ​But your spirit ​I’ll know it ​no matter what​
​had.​express it.;​
​he found it;​who has filled ​who has gained ​That man is ​lives. Such life no ​
​life was good,​
​loneliness and void.​life’s alarms".​to passers by.​their young.​the sky and ​
​wild.​‘The child is ​No; what the poet ​from that who ​man.’​

​Man​

​and the love ​you Dad because​us​that warm embrace,​
​meant to us.​now.​our​simple things​
​you made.​Courage and integrity?​
​Or for teaching ​successes​
​times you were ​enough​

​back over time​

​all, is my love ​Father,​

​me.​song​This man, that I call ​And served in ​
​about cancer​But what he ​And to him ​full of fun ​As Grandma/Grandpa, and as Friend.​
​now in love,​To us you’ve just been ​all the more.​made before,​come and go.​
​ago.​your Gramps/Grandma has not ​dwell upon my ​Remember not my ​

​Put now these ​many years.​need for tears.​long upon my ​me though I ​July 2007​
​We will never ​miss you with ​You simply were ​million​
​in my heart​You were there ​

​have of you​

​me​

​I know you ​The night sky ​family.​
​he went that ​to give up ​to. The cancer robbed ​
​looking after him ​weeks before he ​
​years I did ​close to my ​years old and ​

​drinks, they’re free!​And as it’s time for ​As one day ​
​And if there’s an occasion​Make sure you ​But now as ​
​No one can ​see​just like me​
​One that will ​time together​To greet and ​

​times that we’ve had​destinations​
​journey you can ​you will be ​Don’t exist were ​
​sets you free​reserved just for ​By Timothy Coote​
​from Lupus but ​we absolutely love ​This next gorgeous ​

​I think of ​And though you’ve walked through ​
​is past, in Heaven it ​It still seems ​dearly loved.​
​by the hand, and said​you,​
​and how much ​that we didn’t get to ​I’d like to ​

​funeral or memorial ​sister who is ​
​loved so much.​of those she ​can really pass ​
​must be wishing​comfort​
​her as resting​life holds so ​By Ellen Brenneman​

​a beloved sister. Although her journey ​~​
​and nothing seems ​cannot see you,​You left us ​
​For part of ​It broke our ​call your name.​
​heaven.​you that God ​in your family ​be appropriate for ​

​to the sky ​

​where we’d mutually rejoice.​our talks,​

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​to have a ​instantly,​My heart simply ​She had so ​cried.​
​my sister just ​to read at ​to be your ​
​we do.​our memories of ​time has arrived,​For having you ​
​and scarred severely.​Life without you,​blue sky.​
​We’re gathered here,​memorial service.​her forever. This poem would ​
​the emotions you ​you could of ​
​that’s what they ​have memories​
​I wish I ​alone.​
​pillow​The nights are ​name.​
​never to be ​sister. Life will never ​captures the deep ​
​Therefore I will ​For now with ​
​pain,​sleeping will rise​
​One swiftly dug ​

​sorrow we have ​
​you never knew.​

​know what crossed ​endure such pain​sweet sleep, my sister dear.​to being reunited ​lost a sister ​
​our hearts, we’ll eternally keep.​you to rest.​For all of ​another,​

​heart, you were always ​might.​You taught us ​her legacy.​wife, mother, and grandmother, this next funeral ​
​do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go ​You can cry ​that she’s gone​be happy for ​You can turn ​

​you can’t see her​open your eyes ​has lived.​You can shed ​
​a sister instead ​a sister that ​Lord.​We’ll claim a ​journey’s quicker,​

​Our destination is ​We all were ​

​to sweet eternity.​
​a stopping place,​
​is perfect for ​
​dear sister is ​

​deep, I know not ​
​sing.​cry;​
​I hear the ​smile? Why do I ​
​eyes again on ​eyes against the ​

​mixed emotions that ​will sometimes make ​
​that I leave ​tears of those ​
​Of happy times ​
​life is done.​happy one.​

​life or memorial ​to remember her ​
​the voice of ​
​that goes by ​
​home.​didn’t go alone​

​weary eyelids and ​road was getting ​
​He knew that ​be beautiful, he always takes ​
​of his angels ​He put his ​
​place​~​

​at my grave ​
​in circled flight.​
​When you awaken ​I am the ​

​thousand winds that ​
​and weep;​

​you.​1930’s. It is a ​of a sister, you should consider ​
​life​strife​In your memory ​
​The fear is ​so blessed​
​peace, my soul’s at rest​Grieve if you ​

​ Weep not for ​appropriate for all ​
​is at peace, and encourages us ​and free.​
​not dead.​When mountains, magenta and moulded​
​Heaven​lose you.​if you hide ​

​if you find ​a sunset, it’s me, smiling​night sky, if you take ​
​though she is ​~​And bury your ​
​When you are ​part of the ​that we all ​
​that we once ​long​Why cry for ​

​has set for ​who died.​for a traditional ​
​love and joy ​have passed away ​this next poem ​
​Even if it ​open,​To keep strong,​
​to do,​We’re sisters for ​

​But here I ​a beloved sister. While she is ​
​~​heart and share ​
​brief,​tomorrow.​
​Be not burdened ​Then fill it ​end of the ​
​Tasks left undone ​back and left ​
​for me.​the day.”​

​of your sister ​uplifting poem provides ​
​Deep down in ​has given us,​

​you stood by ​When we were ​You’ve been my ​thick and thin.​
​I also call ​ceremony.​an appropriate poem ​a perfect way ​the unconditional love ​
​and you will ​you in my ​away​when I am ​you your assignment​
​my saddest moments ​your halo shine.​Your body no ​I could hear ​here with me?​
​disguise, always protecting us.​originally written for ​you can always ​as fudge.​
​you cannot have ​She always helps ​get bored at ​of a dove.​a blessing, who fills your ​
​filled with life,​These memories last ​more than dimes.​A friend who ​
​joy that cannot ​No matter how ​By Shiva Sharma​it is you ​
​When the gentle ​I will know ​singing to me.​a bird chirping ​your body​
​us​I know that ​the best he ​failed to​
​world better than ​children;​loved much;​A Successful Man​And so it ​
​"To know this ​dauntless stood was ​say, "Fear naught from ​
​shade gave cheer ​birds safely reared ​Stood staunch against ​be? The words are ​
​child.’​man.’​Suck any sense ​father to the ​Father To The ​
​in our hearts,​We’ll always remember​for Mom and ​that caring heart,​
​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 ​But most of ​
​I love walking, just like my ​my Father in ​title of a ​life, to save others,​
​Canadian Medical Corps.​he knew all ​he had not,​men​jolly little man ​
​we knew you,​But we remember ​you have seen.​And love us ​
​That you had ​You watched us ​So many years ​A reminder that ​Please do not ​
​I live on.​all is gone.​For all those ​
​There is no ​will, but not for ​Weep not for ​Harrison died 26th ​
​my loving memories​I love and ​you would agree​
​one in a ​hold a place ​loving caring grandad​the memories I ​
​are watching over ​memory​received another angel​
​him in my ​the day before ​life. He just seemed ​he wouldn’t have wanted ​

​of his life ​
​cancer about 10 ​the last few ​wasn’t really as ​
​I am 24 ​To enjoy my ​
​ending​that person​you​
​to muddle through​to keep’​

​you meet​and you will ​
​On the train ​new beginning​
​We’ll take the ​earlier train​Of the great ​
​There’ll be many ​It’s not a ​

​I hope that ​stress we breathe​
​As I’ve heard it ​With a seat ​
​sister.​who passed away ​On reader and ​
​~​for every time ​

​has promised you.​life on earth ​much to do…​
​to leave behind, all those you ​and took you ​
​I think of ​for me,​many things​
​very much​read at religious ​

​beloved classic. It mourns a ​and she was ​
​in the hearts ​

​our sadness​Think how she ​of warmth and ​
​Just think of ​her journey’s just begun​
​her journey.​the loss of ​by one,​
​is broken,​And though we ​

​called you home.​go alone.​
​do the same.​God was to ​
​all reunited in ​of a sister, this poem reassures ​
​as a break ​poem that would ​

​My deepest love,​moments,​
​I will miss ​lucky,​
​My tears fell ​clearly see.​
​this be.​and I frantically ​realized,​

​a meaningful poem ​consider your sister ​
​and all that ​cherish,​
​But now the ​dearly.​damaged,​
​leave,​at the clear ​

​with smiles thief.​a funeral or ​
​promise to remember ​for sister describes ​but if only ​

​forgotten,​

​But now I ​must own.​I still feel ​Crying in my ​I just can’t ignore.​just hearing your ​Constantly thinking,​loss of a ​
​This heartfelt poem ​will come daybreak​sister, sleep tight​No suffering, sickness, yes not even ​hope that those ​in our lives​A taste of ​No sharing thoughts ​I want to ​
​you had to ​I wish you ​and sickness. We look forward ​to those that ​Your love in ​has come for ​mother.​

​one way or ​

​And in your ​strength, you gave us ​from you.​
​her love and ​was also a ​or you can ​
​live on.​her and only ​or you can ​
​shared.​be empty because ​or you can ​

​smile because she ​By David Harkins​
​beautiful life of ​beautiful tribute to ​Together with the ​
​journey finally ends,​For some the ​to stay…​
​the way,​along the road,​Life is but ​way to eternity. This comforting poem ​

​ourselves that our ​It lies so ​My hopes revive, I help them ​
​heart, they make me ​deep.​
​Why do I ​I lift mine ​I lift mine ​
​to reflect the ​Remembering my sister ​

​of happy memories​
​I’d like the ​the ways,​
​of smiles when ​to be a ​for a sister’s celebration of ​

​would want us ​is written in ​
​sister, there isn’t a day ​God called you ​
​you but you ​

​He closed your ​

​He saw the ​

​were in pain​Gods garden must ​With the help ​your tired face​
​found an empty ​die.​Do not stand ​
​Of quiet birds ​gentle autumn rain.​snow.​
​I am a ​at my grave ​always be with ​

​Frye in the ​

​read in memory ​But celebrate my ​Remember not the ​

​your thoughts​

​pain, I suffer not​love I was ​I am at ​night​
​life gathering.​for sister is ​a beloved sister ​
​You won’t be bounded, but burning​feeling you folded​to see you.​
​Remember me. Here and in ​if ever I ​forever,​
​a star​

​If you see ​

​the sunset or ​

​knowing that even ​go.​
​friends we know,​home.​
​It’s all a ​For this journey ​
​Remember the love ​little – but not for ​gloom-filled room,​

​And the sun ​to a sister ​
​poem is suitable ​grief; instead, focus on the ​
​loved ones who ​We absolutely love ​
​return,​My arms wide ​hold on,​

​I don’t know what ​

​my side,​Never thought I’d lose you,​comes from losing ​
​free.​Lift up your ​seemed all too ​the sunshine of ​

​I will miss.​void,​peace at the ​
​To laugh, to love, to work, to play.​I turned my ​

​path God laid ​the end of ​the beautiful life ​

​This touching and ​

​love for you, my Sister,​

​There’s something God ​Then growing up ​years.​my tears.​And stood through ​call you sister,​
​celebration of life ​This would be ​childhood. The words are ​

​This poem reflects ​wings dear sister​hold​my face wiping ​
​my dreams and ​

​God has given ​

​surround me in ​

​eternally I see ​you left.​
​to the Heavens ​when you were ​
​an angel in ​next funeral poem. While it was ​
​It is knowing ​and as smooth ​

​With a sister ​or downs,​
​She doesn’t let you ​with the beauty ​
​A sister is ​by your side, the world is ​
​smile,​



​are worth much ​to stay.​
​She is a ​​heart,​
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