![]() You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on You can remember her and only that she is gone Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday Or you can be full of the love that you shared ![]() Your heart can be empty because you can't see her Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back Here are a few poems for memorials that you might like to share with friends and family at a memorial service or funeral: A carefully chosen funeral poem has the power to provide the perfect tribute to your loved one's life. My daughter read this at my sons funeral, we changed some words so that it read.I know my friend is waiting (his friend had died a couple of years earlier) and also changed the last part to.Poems for memorials are great at helping you express your emotions when finding the right words to say seem too hard to find. There is a train at the station With a seat reserved just for meI’m excited about its destination As I’ve heard it sets you freeThe trials and tribulations The pain and stress we breatheDon’t exist where I am going Only happiness I believeI hope that you will be there To wish me on my wayIt’s not a journey you can join in It’s not your time todayThere’ll be many destinations Some are happy, some are sadEach one a brief reminder Of the great times that we’ve hadMany friends I know are waiting Who took an earlier trainTo greet and reassure me That nothing has really changedWe’ll take the time together To catch up on the pastTo build a new beginning One that will always lastOne day you’ll take your journey On the train just like meAnd I promise that I’ll be there At the station and you will seeThat life is just a journey Enriched by those you meetNo-one can take that from you It’s always yours to keepBut now as no seat is vacant You will have to muddle throughMake sure you fulfil your ambitions As you know I’ll be watching youAnd if there’s an occasion To mention who you knewSpeak kindly of that person As one day it will be youNow I can’t except this ending And as it’s time for me to leavePlease make haste to the reception To enjoy my drinks, they’re free! My daughter read this at my sons funeral, we changed some words so that it read.I know my friend is waiting (his friend had died a couple of years earlier) and also changed the last part to.so raise a glass, smoke some grass and forever speak of me Would you be proud of the things they say He noted that first came the date of birth ![]() He referred to the dates on the tombstone Moved through all their depths of darkness, Or the end of Hiawatha - this is longish but could be cut down How many miles to Babylon and My mother said I never should/play with the gypsies in the wood both have a wild unruly air about them. Lyrics to My Way? Slightly more left-field Poems about death and loss tend to be solemn. ![]() So when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash, would you be proud of the things they say about how you lived your dash? If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile… remembering that this special dash might only last a little while. To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before. So think about this long and hard are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left that still can be rearranged. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash. He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.įor that dash represents all the time they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them know what that little line is worth.įor it matters not, how much we own, the cars… the house… the cash. ![]() He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning… to the end. I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. ![]()
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