Does anyone know a good peom for my mum's funeral?

Question

Hi! I'm looking for a poem for my mum's funeral, she was a keen gardener. Does anyone have any ideas?

Answer 1

God saw you were hurting,

and the cure was not to be,

so he put his arms around you,

and whispered 'come to me'

with teary eyes we watched you,

slowly fade away,

although we loved you dearly,

we could not make stay,

a golden heart stopped beating,

hard working hands at rest,

god broke our hearts to prove to us,

he only takes the best.

I remember seeing that somewhere, though i cant remember where! So oyu may wont to look it up on the interent if you would like the details of the authour.

Im so sorry to hear of your loss. x

Answer 2

Remember

by Christina Rosetti

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 our future that you plann'd:

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.

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In Memory Of My Mother

by Patrick Kavanagh

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay

Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see

You walking down a lane among the poplars

On your way to the station, or happily

Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday-

You meet me and you say:

'Don't forget to see about the cattle-'

Among your earthiest words the angels stray.

And I think of you walking along a headland

Of green oats in June,

So full of repose, so rich with life-

And I see us meeting at the end of a town

On a fair day by accident, after

The bargains are all made and we can walk

Together through the shops and stalls and markets

Free in the oriental streets of thought.

O you are not lying in the wet clay,

For it is harvest evening now and we

Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight

And you smile up at us - eternally.

Answer 3

I'm afraid It's got nothing to do with gardening, but this is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever heard. It doesn't have a by-line, but it was written and circulated after the 9-11 attacks.

If I knew it would be the last time

That I'd see you fall asleep,

I would tuck you in more tightly

and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time

that I see you walk out the door,

I would give you a hug and kiss

and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time

I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,

I would video tape each action and word,

so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,

I could spare an extra minute

to stop and say "I love you,"

instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time

I would be there to share your day,

Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,

so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow

to make up for an oversight,

and we always get a second chance

to make everything just right.

There will always be another day

to say "I love you,"

And certainly there's another chance

to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,

and today is all I get,

I'd like to say how much I love you

and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,

young or old alike,

And today may be the last chance

you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,

why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes,

you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time

for a smile, a hug, or a kiss

and you were too busy to grant someone,

what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,

and whisper in their ear,

Tell them how much you love them

and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"

"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."

And if tomorrow never comes,

you'll have no regrets about today.

xx

Answer 4

Don't stand by my grave

Don't stand by my grave and weep,

For I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond's glint in the snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

In the soft blush of the morning light

I am the swift bird in flight.

Don't stand by my grave and cry,

I am not there,

I did not die.

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Answer 5

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.

You probley heard this before but it is an amazing poem

Answer 6

Yes, Waterbugs and dragonflies, look it up on internet, by doris someone or other ! IT was a little story told by a vicar, at funerals and was made into a small book for children to understand death! We have used it, and Adults love it too! It really helped!  Sorry for your loss!

Answer 7

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's 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.

Answer 8

A classic funeral poem is Immemorium (probably spelt wrong) by Tennyson but you could go for some Wordsworth to get the gardening thing in, he wrote some lovely poems about the countryside.

Answer 9

Do not stand at my grave and weep - Mary Elizabeth Frye. Talks about still being all around, in the birds song, the flowers that bloom etc X

Answer 10

Try www.spiritisup.com for the poem Ona Gwe Waki. I recently buried my father and this is the poem I chose.

Peace.