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Bereavement poems/verses

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MissAdventure Fri 03-Nov-17 23:07:17

Do you have any favourite verses or poetry, please, which you could share?
I have been googling suitable words, but I suppose I'm looking for the 'perfect' ones.
I would be grateful for any input.
Thank you.

mpb1952A Sat 06-Jan-18 07:44:41

These are the words that I used for my beloved Husbands Cremation. It was a humanist service as he would never discuss his preferences.
May your spirt roam free
Through Space Air Land and Sea
Till we meet again
For Eternity
To me this came from my heart and was my personal goodbye for now. I would love it to be used by anyone else who feels that it is right for them.

henetha Sat 06-Jan-18 11:11:34

I'm not sure if this is quite suitable, MisAdventure, but these words are lovely. Not sure of the author, but possibly Elizabeth Barrett Browning, part of a longer poem I think.

Too soon, too soon comes death to show
We love more deeply than we know.
The rain which fell upon the height,
Too gently to be called delight,
Within the dark vale reappears,
A wild cataract of tears.
And love in life should strive to see
Sometimes what love in death would be.

Anniebach Sat 06-Jan-18 12:26:56

Stop all the clocks

W.H. Auden


MissAdventure Sat 06-Jan-18 12:29:23

Oh I love that one, Annie. I still feel it sums up how I feel, inside.
Thank you all. The funeral is done with now, but I still find comfort in these verses. flowers

Anniebach Sat 06-Jan-18 12:36:53

It is how I feel MissA, it sums up raw grief

MissAdventure Sat 06-Jan-18 12:40:52

Doesn't it just, Annie. Underneath all the coming to terms with, and learning to live with what has happened, beyond the acceptance and knowing that life goes on. For me, I think I will always feel like that x

MissAdventure Sat 06-Jan-18 12:44:12

When I'm Gone
by Mrs. Lyman Hancock
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile

Forget unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun

Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day

Then forget to grieve for my going
I would not have you sad for a day
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay

And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best

This is the one that was read at my daughters funeral. I think its also very fitting for your daughter, Annie, if you dont mind me saying.

Anniebach Sat 06-Jan-18 12:45:56

Me too MissA, a candle has been blown out and can never be lit again x

MissAdventure Sat 06-Jan-18 12:49:25

Well, that's me in tears, Annie.
A day at a time though, so they say. Baby steps. flowers

Anniebach Sat 06-Jan-18 12:52:18

So sorry MissA x

MissAdventure Sat 06-Jan-18 12:55:31

Its ok Annie. Its good to talk about it sometimes, even if its sad, isn't it? Not to wallow, but to acknowledge that it hurts every single day.

morethan2 Sat 06-Jan-18 13:56:23

That’s truly lovely nigglynelly I just can’t read any more of this thread it’ll make me cry.

Anniebach Sat 06-Jan-18 14:06:37

MissA, thank you it is beautiful , as if my beloved daughter was speaking to me , I will treasure it. X

MissAdventure Sat 06-Jan-18 14:08:20

Oh, I am glad, Annie. In a tearful way. smile

Anniebach Sat 06-Jan-18 14:20:59

I will copy it out for my three grandchildren , it may help them remember the love and laughter x

MissAdventure Sat 06-Jan-18 14:54:13

I hope so. Its what I try to hold on to. My daughter and I always had a good laugh, mostly terrible dark humour towards the end, but I still sometimes laugh when I think of the things we said. smile

jamsidedown Sat 06-Jan-18 17:27:58

Rabindranath Tagore - Farewell My Friends, was a reading at my beloved son,s funeral - it brought some comfort.

Daddima Sat 06-Jan-18 17:52:56

The Heavy Stone

My grief was a heavy stone,

rough and sharp.

Grasping to pick it up

My hands were cut.

Afraid to let go,

I carried it.

While I had my grief

you were not lost.

The rain of my tears

smoothed it.

The wind of my rage

weathered it,

making it round and small.

The cuts in my hands have healed.

Now in my palm it rests,

sometimes almost beautiful,

Sometimes almost you.

Averil Stedeford