Funerals

I have collected a selection of poems and readings you may like to use during a ceremony, I hope you will find something suitable. I intend to add more regularly.

Remember Me, Anon

Don’t remember me with sadness,

Don’t remember me with tears,

Remember all the laughter,

We’ve shared throughout the years.

Now I am contented,

That my life it was worthwhile,

Knowing that as I passed along the way,

I made somebody smile.

When you are walking down the street,

And you’ve got me on your mind,

I’m walking in your footsteps,

Only half a step behind.

So please don’t be unhappy,

Just because I’m out of sight,

Remember that I’m with you,

Each morning, noon and night.

Poem For A Difficult Life, Anon

When I have 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 that I’ve done

Forget that I ever had heartache

And remember I had loads of fun.

 

Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered

And sometimes fell by the way.

Remember that I have fought some hard battles,

Yet won at the end 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 the evening

When the sun paints the sky in the west

Stand for a few moments beside me

And remember only my best.

Poem About Dad, Anon

If I could write a story,
It would be the greatest ever told
Of a kind and loving father
Who had a heart of gold.

I could write a million pages
But still be unable to say just how
Much I love and miss him
Every single day.

I will remember all he taught me.
I’m hurt but won’t be sad,
Because he’ll send me down the answers,
And he’ll always be my dad.

Your Mother Is Always Inside You, Jane Jenkins Herlong

Your mother is always with you…

She’s the whisper of the leaves

as you walk down the street.

She’s the smell of bleach in

your freshly laundered socks.

She’s the cool hand on your

brow when you’re not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.

She’s crystallized

in every tear drop…

She’s the place you came from,

your first home.. She’s the map you

follow with every step that you take.

She’s your first love and your first heartbreak….

and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space…

Not even death….

will ever separate you

from your mother…

You carry her inside of you….

Maori Goodbye, Anon

May the calm be widespread

May the ocean glisten as greenstone

May the shimmer of light ever dance across your pathway

 

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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