Poems For a Funeral Ceremony
|It is a short journey from birth until death.
Seek to enjoy the journey as much as you can.
Savour the scenery and the people you meet enroute, for it is all there is.
Verse above: In Memory of The Late Barry Quinlan.
|What is a Mum?
A mum is one of life's best gifts,
Someone to treasure all life through,
She's caring and loving,
Thoughtful and true,
Someone who is always a special part of your life,
Someone who holds a prime place in your heart,
She's a mentor, a confident and also a friend,
Someone on whose love you can depend.
A mum always has your best interests at heart,
She's someone so dear and so good,
She's a blessing, she's a gift,
She's a treasure like no other,
She's someone that is truly wonderful.
Wherever you go, and whatever you do,
A mums love will always see you through,
A mum is truly invaluable,
Indispensable and unforgettable.
I wouldn't want anyone but you,
And that's why I'm so grateful,
that life picked you for me.
|As We Look Back.
As we look back over time
We find ourselves wondering .....
Did we remember to thank you enough
For all you have done for us?
For all the times you were by our sides
To help and support us .....
To celebrate our successes
To understand our problems
And accept our defeats?
Or for teaching us by your example,
The value of hard work, good judgement,
Courage and integrity?
We wonder if we ever thanked you
For the sacrifices you made.
To let us have the very best?
And for the simple things
Like laughter, smiles and times we shared?
If we have forgotten to show our
Gratitude enough for all the things you did,
We're thanking you now.
And we are hoping you knew all along,
How much you meant to us.
|Legacy of Love.
A wife, a mother, a grandma too,
This is the legacy we have from you.
You taught us love and how to fight,
You gave us strength, you gave us might.
A stronger person would be hard to find,
And in your heart, you were always kind.
You fought for us all in one way or another,
Not just as a wife not just as a mother.
For all of us you gave your best,
Now the time has come for you to rest.
So go in peace, you've earned your sleep,
Your love in our hearts, we'll eternally keep.
|Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?
Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.
Remember me when I am gone away,
gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
you tell me of the future that you planned;
Only remember me; you understand
it will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet, if you should forget me for a while
and afterwards, remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
a vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
better by far you should forget and smile
than that you should remember and be sad.
By Christina Rossetti.
|Because You Have Lived.
To laugh often and much.
To win the respect of intelligent people, and
the affection of children.
To earn the appreciation of honest critics.
To appreciate beauty.
To find the best in others.
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child,
or a garden patch.
To know even one life has breathed easier because you
This is to have succeeded.
We had a wonderful grandmother,
One who never really grew old;
Her smile was made of sunshine,
And her heart was solid gold;
Her eyes were as bright as shining stars,
And in her cheeks fair roses you see.
We had a wonderful grandmother,
And that' s the way it will always be.
But take heed, because
She's still keeping an eye on all of us,
So let's make sure
She will like what she sees.
|Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
If your sorrow can be lessened,
In some warm and special way,
By knowing that so many share,
In your loss with you today.
And if it brings you comfort,
When others show they care,
Please know that thoughts are with you,
And remember they are there.
Written by Bert Page
There is a word, of grief the sounding token.
There is a word bejewelled with bright tears.
The saddest word fond lips have ever spoken,
A little word that breaks the chain of years.
Its utterance must ever bring emotion,
The memories it crystals cannot die.
Tis known in every land, on every ocean,
I dreamed in a dream I saw a city invincible
to the whole of the rest of the earth.
I dreamed that was the new city of friends.
Nothing was greater there than the quality
of robust love.
It led the rest.
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men
of that city and in all their looks and words.
Each night we shed a silent tear,
As we speak to you in prayer.
To let you know we love you,
And just how much we care.
Take our million teardrops,
Wrap them up in love,
Then ask the wind to carry them,
To you in heaven above.
|An Angel In Disguise
If an angels wings are forever hidden,
beneath two arms that wrap with care;
And a vibrant halo glows within,
a tender spirit shining there.
If the melody of a blessed harp
is found in the warmest voice,
and an unconditional love is sewn,
in to your each and every choice.
If the laughter of a cherub rings,
when you have brightened someones day
And pure heavens found in every smile,
you felt need to send this way.
If an angels gown of flowing white
is shielding from all eyes.
At once I knew when I saw you,
I spied an angel in disguise.
|A Message for Mum - from the family.
God looked around his garden
And saw an empty space.
He then looked down upon this earth
And saw your smiling face.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
For an unknown reason he took you
up to heaven,and shielded you with grace.
It broke our hearts to see you go,
But you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
These 2 poems in memory of a wonderful lady - Helen Hays.
| Gods Lent Child.
Ill lend you for a little while
A child of mine God said
For you to love the while he lives
and mourn for when hes dead.
It may be six or seven years
or forty two or three
but will you, till I call him back,
take care of him for me?
Hell bring his charms to gladden you
and, should his stay be brief,
youll have his nicest memories
as solace for his grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return
but, there are lessons taught below,
I want this child to learn.
Ive looked the whole world over,
in my search for teachers true,
and from the things that crowd lifes lane
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love,
nor think the labour vain,
nor hate me when I come to take
this lent child back again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done
for all the joys thy child will bring
the risk of grief will run.
Well shelter him with tenderness,
well love him while we may,
and for the happiness weve known
forever grateful stay.
But, should thy Angels call for him
much sooner than we planned,
well brave the grief that comes
and try to understand.
Grateful thanks to all the people who have contributed towards this page.
The Family of the late Barry Quinlan.
The Family of the late Harry & Doris Webb.
The Finch Family of Fobbing, Essex.
The Family of the late Bert Page.
Silent Tear from Vicky & Callum.
The Family of the late Helen Hays who passed away in 2004.
© Personal Funeral Ceremonies 1997 - 2012