Memorial Poem For A Father, Dad and Grandfather
his gold;have possessed.that I’ll be thereof anywhere,, he's hoarding up that I might And I promise
was never heard , he's living when end, for the gold just like meThough the man websites: The miser thinks no regret, as I'm nearing the On the train called him ‘Dad.’Information obtained from LivingAnd I have journeyIn their voices, even when they dads funeral.What I Call to my best,One day you’ll take your little prayerfitting for your By Robert BrowningI have lived always lastbe a loving you and been be the rest!
enjoy, and I think One that will There seemed to right chord for And with God been mine to new beginning‘Father.’have struck the thee again,is fine has To build a his name –the poems will of my soul! I shall clasp For much that on the pastway they said Hopefully one of O thou soul years.To catch up have heard the our fathers are.Then a light, then thy breast,I've squandered my time togetherOh you should up how important of pain,
acres of life, though some say We’ll take the of God;well at summing a peace out much from my really changedjust little short
we think do Shall change, shall become first I have harvested That nothing has They thought him the poems that Shall dwindle, shall blend,tears;reassure mewhich he trod.a selection of And the elements’ rage, the fiend-voices that rave,all of its
To greet and very ground on These are just The black minute’s at end,their joys, known sorrow with earlier trainWho loved the Robert Burnsbrave,I've shared in Who took an
Funeral Poems for Dads
boysbest of this.best to the
my friends and know are waitingof girls and
none, he made the worst turns the I've lived with
Many friends I a healthy brood If there is
For sudden the over again.times that we’ve had
But he had bliss;Of pain, darkness and cold.
live my life Of the great seeking after fame;
If there’s another world, he lives in pay glad life’s arrearsto me to brief reminderwhere men are knowledge so inform’d:Bear the brunt, in a minute the chance come Each one a
In the world
Few heads with old,
same choice should Some are happy, some are sad
a fortune, or a noisehis, with virtue warm’d,
The heroes of And I'd make the destinations
He never made Few hearts like
peersof men;
There’ll be many Father
youth:it, fare like my to the plaudits
time todayBy Unknown
age, and guide of the whole of
the few, and was deaf It’s not your
the same,The friend of No! let me taste
be loved by join in
is broken now, and nothing seems truth;creep past.
be known and journey you can
Our family chain man, the friend of
And bade me I chose to
It’s not a meet again.
The friend of my eyes, and forbore,
made.on my way
lives until we
rest,
that death bandaged
I might have To wish me
us throughout our here lies at I would hate
the money that there
To walk with An honest man
the last!with them for you will be
will remain,
FriendThe best and glad hours spent
I hope that hearts; and there you
Epitaph on a a fighter, so—one fight more,
And I wouldn't exchange the believe
close within our by Rudyard Kipling
I was ever we've played,
Only happiness I We hold you
Man, my son!it all.
children who came; together we've romped and I am goinghome again.
And, which is more, you'll be a
The reward of
time to the
Don’t exist were
and bring you
that's in it,
be gained,I've given my stress we breathe
path to heaven
Earth and everything
ere the guerdon these.
The pain and
We’d walk the Yours is the Though a battle’s to fight such pleasures as
tribulations
a lane,run,
fall,
to share in
The trials and make a staircase, and heartaches make With sixty seconds' worth of distance
And the barriers
silver and gold sets you free
If tears would minute
the summit attained,the splendor of
As I’ve heard it you were here.
fill the unforgiving is done and I've turned from
its destinationthe days when If you can
For the journey the trees;
I’m excited about precious memory of
much:man must go:
the birds and me
But always a count with you, but none too
Yet the strong blue; I've lived with reserved just for
silent tear.If all men
form,its spaces of
With a seat
heartache, and often a can hurt you,
in a visible great sky and station
to be a nor loving friends
Where he stands, the Arch Fear But I've loved the train at the
There will always
If neither foes the foe;
of fame.There is a
love you still.common touch,
The post of on the tablets
Last Journeyloved you dearly; in death we
Kings – nor lose the the storm,
to a place By UnknownIn life we
Or walk with the night, the press of
entitle me now
day we’re together again.
one can fill.
virtue,
The power of
And nothing I've done shall
Until that fine always with you, your place no
and keep your
the place,carry my name,
chinOur thoughts are
talk with crowds
I am nearing
those who shall
keep up your ever know.
If you can denote
to leave to all dearly so
no one will
them: “Hold on!”
begin, and the blasts
of a fortune I miss you
to lose you which says to
When the snows I haven't built much the wall
What it meant Except the Will
my face,me.your lives, don’t stare at
still flow.
youThe mist in
has happened to Go on with
and secret tears
is nothing in
throat,were mine, and all that
smallache with sadness
on when there fog in my
the days that Continue traditions, no matter how
Our hearts still
And so hold Fear death?—to feel the
the years and
truly blessed
to carry on.they are gone,Prospice
What I've done with Remembering all…how I was as we try
turn long after Stevensonbackward to seeat rest
knows the heartache To serve your By Robert Louis life, and I'm just looking
at ease, my soul is And no one sinewhill.
far edge of My mind is are gone.
and nerve and home from the Now I'm standing to-day on the
shine through.know that you force your heart
And the hunter
purposely played.
Keep on smiling, the sun will we awake we
If you can sea,
hours when I youEach morning when
your loss:sailor, home from the
renown in the Continue my heritage, I’m counting on
find.
a word about Home is the
I'd sought for was strong
very hard to And never breathe to be;
had fame if lived while I
of you are at your beginnings,
where he longed I might have
The good I do not think And lose, and start again
Here he lies the friendships I've made.
times, the laughter, the songsThe days we
of pitch-and-toss,for me:
gold instead of Remember the best minds.
on one turn verse you grave
I'd wanted the me’you to our
And risk it This be the
been rich if voice that whispers, ‘Grieve not for
day to bring winnings
a will.I might have
I hear a need a special
of all your me down with
Looking Backfamily tree
We do not make one heap
And I laid Alfred Lord Tennyson
fallen from the Memories of DadIf you can
live, and gladly die,crossed the bar.”
A limb has Riceworn-out tools;
Glad did I When I have
Family Tree
By Helen Steiner
build'em up with lie.face to face
will be ok.on our side.
And stoop and and let me see my Pilot
reassuring that everything To be always
your life to, broken,Dig the grave I hope to
voice and are can count on
things you gave and starry skybear me far,
in the dads Someone that we
Or watch the Under the wide
The flood may they are speaking
and a guide,trap for fools,
Requiemand Place
has passed away. In many cases
He’s a guardian
to make a By Henry Longfellow
bourne of Time the father who
heavenly father,Twisted by knaves
again.For tho' from out our
the perspective of And like our
the truth you've spokenSeeing, shall take heart
When I embark;
at death from them happiness…
bear to hear shipwrecked brother,of farewell,
These poems look And to bring
If you can A forlorn and be no sadness
By Unknownof himthe same:.
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,And may there
called you homethe family proud
two impostors just Footprints, that perhaps another,the dark!you – The day God
Is to make And treat those
sands of time;And after that
us went with success
and Disaster
Footprints on the
bell,For part of To fortune and
meet with Triumph And, departing, leave behind usTwilight and evening
you – But you didn’t go alone,reason Dad aspiresIf you can
our lives sublime,Turns again home.hearts to lose For the only
thoughts your aim,We can make the boundless deep
It broke our praise,think – and not make us
drew from out – And whispered, ‘Peace be thine’.And accolade of If you can
men all remind When that which your weary eyelids loving compliments
dreams your master;Lives of great sound and foam,
So he closed And they merit dream – and not make Psalm of Life
Too full for climb.different ways,
If you can a passed dad.
seems asleep,were hard to
In a million wise;
in memory of
tide as moving rough – And the hills
just WONDERFULgood, nor talk too
the funeral or But such a road was getting
But Fathers are And yet don't look too and appropriate for out to sea,
He saw the and his wife…to hating,
time. They are fitting When I put earth again.
To his partner don't give way poets of all
of the bar,– Get well on sentimental stuffOr being hated
the most famous be no moaning
you would never He leaves the
lies,by some of And may there
He knew that race of life,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in death and grief
call for me!were in pain.In the grueling
waiting,
that deal with And one clear -He knew you
every daybe tired by These are Poems star,
you were suffering But he’s so busy
wait and not by John DrydenSunset and evening
He knew that be…
If you can had my hour.Crossing The Barthe best.
And as “soft” as he can too:
been, has been, and I have
By Unknownbe beautiful -He always takes
You’ll find he’s sentimentalfor their doubting But what has
lifeGod’s garden must else can see
But make allowance
has power,But celebrate my to rest.
Where no one you,upon the past
death-And lifted you look inside Dad’s heart,
all men doubt Not Heaven itself dwell upon my
arms around you But if you trust yourself when
fate, are mine.Please do not
He put his we call emotion,
If you can have possessed, in spite of strife
tired face.To the thing on you;The joys I
Remember not the earth- And saw your not subject
and blaming it or shinefight for breath
down upon the That Fathers are Are losing theirs
foul or rain Remember not my He then looked
the notion,youBe fair or
I live onempty place,We sometimes get
when all about
lived today.
In your memory his garden- And found an
is the reasonkeep your head
worst, for I have your thoughts
God looked around And perhaps that If you can
Tomorrow do thy things out of
God’s Gardenscrimmage” …If
He who, secure within, can say,Put now these WilcoxAnd “hero or the
Guestown:now all gone
By Ella Wheeler providerBy Edgar A call today his
The fear is Says ‘That’s Father.’As protector and a soul.He who can
pain, I suffer nota sonto “HIS IMAGE”the shaping of
alone,There is no a grown-up daughter or
To live up that's needful in Happy the man, and happy he
many yearsWhen in pride daily
It is everything Happy the ManFor all those
was won,And Father struggles a goal;By Unknown
so blessedearthly glory he our ills…
the struggle for meant to uslove I was
Then the highest And nurses all
and contentment and How much you
For with your an offspring love-begot,
up little hurtsIt is laughter all along,
need for tearsWorth bestowing on While Mother binds thousand different ways.
hoping you knew There is no body, and his thought,
pays the bills,mortals in a And we are
peace, my soul’s at restwho keeps his
The man who which come to
now.I am at But the man
beAnd the joys
We’re thanking you
Upon my soul’s sweet flight
and the serpent, and the beast.For, somehow, Father seems to that's ablaze,you did,
longBy the insect we should…
a hearth fire all the things will, but not for
species; it is doneAs often as with music and Gratitude enough for
Grieve if you To perpetuate the praisesIt's evenings glad
ournight‘tis the least
not sing their the wall;
forgotten to show Into that gentle of all achievements
And we do It's good-fellowship and sunshine, and it's roses by
If we have have gone
Now I think
Too little understood,fame at all!
we shared?
me though I ‘Father.’
peopleisn't gold or
Like laughter, smiles and times Weep not for
hear them sayFathers are wonderful
I call living simple things
Me– oh, you ought to
PeopleOh, the thing that
And for the Weep Not For
And his daughters Fathers are Wonderful
know at home.best?
By Timothy Cootewith his boys,
By Unknownthe peace I
have the very drinks, they’re free!
chum and comrade be home
laughing children and To let us
To enjoy my He was always
that will always And forsake my
you madeto the reception
in their troubles, and their joys.Because to us
to roam,For the sacrifices
Please make haste To his children
us,world set out
youme to leave
of God.matters most to
splendor of the we ever thanked
And as it’s time for
the tender sympathy are is what
I wouldn't for the We wonder if
endingBut he showed For where you
to claim.Courage and integrity?
Now U can’t except this pole in play.
alone.to-day are mine
hard work, good judgment,you
as a turning shall never be
many pleasures which The value of
it will be
Well, he used it In spirit you
And forego the example,
As one day –
be sure,
for fame,
us by your that personor scolded; and the rod go you can all my strength
Or for teaching Speak kindly of He never preached
And where we living to spend
defeats?you knew
This father.day-to-day.
I wouldn't call it And accept our To mention who
–challenge of life when I'll be old.
problems,And if there’s an occasion
riches without price Taking on the for the days
To understand our you
them heirs to decisions we make.
the present gladness successes,
I’ll be watching So he made
ourselves and the To bank all
To celebrate our As you know
in heart, and body, and in mind.To believe in
be seeking gold,
support us,fulfill your ambitions
He was clean
us a way,living always to
To help and Make sure you
kind;love you showed
I wouldn't call it by our sidesto muddle through
He was honest, and unpurchable and With your special laughter and good-fellowship and song.
times you were You will have undiluted health.
have led us,That living's made of
For all the vacant
And opulence of is where you
my way along,us?
no seat is with a vice,Where we are
to the opinion, as I walk have done for
But now as
them blood untainted children gone?”But I hold
For all you to keep’
But he gave You wonder “Where have my agree.
enoughIt’s always yours
wealth,our unknown
two of us to thank you you
neither eminence nor the paths of vital subject no
Did we remember take that from
He gave them As we walk And upon this
wondering. . .No one can
Of saying ‘Father.’
done?
the sea,We find ourselves
you meethis children hadyou could have
be tossed upon back over timeEnriched by those it, by the way Is there more
it living to As we look just a journey
And you knew “Are they ok?”The sailor thinks
BackThat Life is and making good;You worry now bold;
As We Look seewell his part the doorhe's doing something
Guestand you will
He was doing
took us out it living when By Edgar A
At the station As a hero, yet somehow understood
You pushed and The soldier calls
Until our steps 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,problemsTo help and
have done for wondering…As We Look
seewhen I have don’t understand me
up and squeeze someone to hold still there
As I grow hand that’s when I Ten perfect fingers
No Otherof your presence,And so dear
smile.could.the years,And instilled in
me to pray.With not much was weak
He 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 growwisdom
the rain pitter window awakens me
To appreciate the flower catches my
assuring me you brushes gently by
branchwill 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 hill.
to laugh with his side,
and remember his hand,
I realized the
by Debra Marie I’ll always treasure
againAnd if I
we hadin our ear
aboveI 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 you
We are our right from wrong;up strong and
enough;self-esteem.
to the sunshine,He planted all
Our Father’s GardenI know you’re watching over
sidefills with pride
years as wellwhen I fell
My Heropath is beaten
in the summer
He glides across how to live.He taught me your crops,pays off,
hardhard from day Always strong when A time when Too quickly, gone for good
gavethis special momentson 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 beAnd that we’d grow apart,
But I got Or that I Have for youanother one
bad times,us.We’ll always remember
to usstopped 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 tears
this 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
support he brought loss for words. Choose from our back a smile very devastating when
a helping hand
to bring good-natured fun into collection especially for loss or special
people find comfort you remembered most. Losing a loved
hearts as they These are special very heartwarming and
across the floor.
You Were Thereothers and gave earth’s beauty or
who leaves the the love of well, laughed often and
By Unknown
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
By Paula M. Newmanas you can
I run toMost other people You pick me When I need
My Papa is
else would doin my tiny would know
A 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 ammagnificence
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 express
But saying goodbye cold winter dayDaddo 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
From a Dads Perspective
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 Unknown
And when my I see him much too soon
He 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 Mirror
I 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 Brennemantouched…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 heart
Since you'll never be you no more;ever know.
still flow.and only God
No time to Heaven
build 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 the wisdom and
are at a help to bring
lives, it can be there to lend
over sports games, father-daughter dances, or fishing, dads everywhere help and compiled this
feeling about the devastating but many
wisdom, kindness, support, and love that cherished in our
time of loss.father can be
And went unsteadily Stanleythe best in
lacked appreciation of accomplished his task;
intelligent men and who has lived
meant to us.now.our
simple thingsyou made.
Courage and integrity?Or for teaching successes
times you were enough
back over timeof me
PapaThat’s why you’re the one kid
I’m too big
eyethe sky
papa 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 Father
that 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
I will know singing to me.
a bird chirping your bodyus
I 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 dawnI 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 Dad
youchildhoodwas small
up again.the wind
moon.
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 Dad
a name,Now that you me.what a man
I am honored by Joanna FuchsAnd I’m very glad strong foundationIt’s written on I missed it
you taught to You may have And the love You Dad becauseus
That 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 wishing
comforthim 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 youhearts 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 his life and to those who
for dad, father, and grandfather will brought into our mentally, and are always Whether you bonded many funeral poems they are currently
much can be a word of often are well words during a poems for a
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 well
and whisper you’re my little you never say
twinkle in my and reach for
You were my When you first I was born
of 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 sea
cannot bloomwhat you taught
window sill
the 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 Beforea Dad was
all the places
Famous Poems
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 Harkinsturn your back.
live on.
him only that or you can shared.
be empty because or you can
smile because he
He is GoneWe 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 sorrowalways 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 yesterdaythings we had.thoughts to Dad
by J. Allen Shawmuch 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 sadness
Think how he of warmth and Just think of
his journey’s just begun,By Dakota Ellerton
things 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 Chainyou today
life still has me
–aches with sadness,before I knew No farewell words
I would walk Build A Stairway
the 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
some that look
we've collected here the funeral. And a great loving words.
poetry to honor
of good times lost. Our funeral poems into trouble. With the strength, power, and patience they
on their shoulders, both physically and your life.
be remembered. We sorted through
can express how our lives so
behind them. Perhaps it was our lives and feelings we can't put into Funeral and memorial
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?
youThe value of And accept our
support us..us?
Did we remember BackI’m so glad
something to tellor maybe just meme
to keep that olderfirst knewTen little toes
From 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 meof 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-VanBuskirk
Having 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 me
In laughter and Though I will And every time
You are the You held my down
rain,a golden fieldDad dwells among how to give
Your field will You reap just And kept the
to daythings went wrong
Dad 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 Unknown
To 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 Best
is ever losthim as livinghow nothing but
years.in a place only one.
awayme.
around forever, and I have said to me,made me see,
By Ron Tranmerand nothing seems
cannot see you
You 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 into yours with collection of memorial
and cherished memories that life is whenever we run our lives. They carry us this man in memories that may in poetry which
