Uncle Funeral Poems | Uncle Poems About Funeral
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The Day My Uncle Died...
I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."
I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.
He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
call or even a letter.
A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.
I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
I could "stop them."
Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him. And I do miss him so!
I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes...
Then someone dies.
Perhaps there's someone in your
life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"
A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."
This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."
Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.
The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short... Our journey's end is so near!
May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
Uncle Arthur's Final Farewell
The Service was well attended,
As we bid our final farewells.
Reverend Peters made the address
and thanked him for ringing the bells.
Not once did he miss practice night,
In almost Thirty-Five years.
Our Church bells now fall silence,
The assembled in floods of tears.
Brother Tom recalled a funny story,
To lighten the day with a joke.
Arthur would have loved it today,
He was just that kind of a bloke.
No one knew the rope had frayed,
Big Bertha, hanging on by a thread.
The Poor man never saw it coming,
Tragedy, Uncle Arthur was dead.
Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2017