Funerals

They are not dead,

Who leave us this great heritage

Of remembering joy.

They still live in our hearts,

In the happiness we knew,

In the dreams we shared.

They still breathe,

In the lingering fragrance, windblown,

From their favourite flowers.

They still smile in the moonlight’s silver,

And laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold.

They still speak in the echoes of the words

We’ve heard them say again and again.

They still move,

In the rhythm of waving grasses,

In the dance of the tossing branches.

They are not dead;

Their memory is warm in our hearts,

Comfort in our sorrow.

They are not apart from us,

But a part of us,

For love is eternal,

And those we love shall be with us

Throughout all eternity.

Anon

A limb has fallen

from the family tree.

I keep hearing a voice that says,

“Grieve not for me.

Remember the best times,

The laughter, the song.

The good life I lived

While I was strong.

Continue my heritage,

I’m counting on you.

Keep smiling and surely

The sun will shine through.

My mind is at ease,

My soul is at rest.

Remembering all,

How I truly was blessed.

Continue traditions,

No matter how small.

Go on with your life,

Don’t worry about falls

I miss you all dearly,

So keep up your chin.

Until the day comes

We’re together again.’

Anon