Funeral Family Poems | Examples
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Never say never, always say "perhaps;" unless it's a
Wedding, a funeral, or your daughter's v-ball game.
Never say never, instead say "maybe."
Never feel forced to use rhyme, tired is the fad despite the ear's need
To smile at the sound of music; rhymes are for the dullard,
Like Dr. Seuss and Mother Hubbard.
Never say never to your kids lest your aim is to model
Human folly & the grace-skill of Forgiveness.
This will all be over soon so please don't cry.
Y'know this whole poem goes way better with chicken stir-fry.
Don't go weeping at my grave for I'm not there
I've a date with a butterfly to dance in the air
I'll play tag on the wind so wild n free
Waiting for the day you'll play with me
Your life was a blessing, memories a shared treasure
Your loved beyond words, missed beyond measure
I held your hand as you took your last breath
But had to let go and let you leave with death
I'll never forget you, your smile and touch
Go fly with all those Angels you love so much
from a big family
living to a ripe old age
lots of funerals
i remember my grand-mother
when she sang in the choir
at her baby sister's funeral
it wasn't till decades later
that i began to fathom
the depths of her grief
AP: 3rd place 2022
He was always
Known to everyone as
Uncle Albert,
He used to sign all
My birthday cards as
Uncle Albert,
He used to turn around
When I shouted
Uncle Albert,
He was who we visited
When we went to see
Uncle Albert.
But I'm sorry to say,
He's now belated,
Sadly passed away,
Dead and cremated,
And what I
Can't understand,
And what I am
Eager to learn,
Why has everyone
Stopped calling him
Uncle Albert,
And started
Calling him
Uncle Urn?
I sit at the ivy gates
Waiting to say goodbye
I should be sad
Filled with hate
It's not sarrow
But joy inside
Though all this sadness
Breaks my heart
You no longer bare the pain
The world will weep in your absence
It will no longer be the same
R.K.H
She gripes, grumbles and grouses.
We smile, smirk and sneak glances at each other.
Thrilled she comes to every family reunion.
Loudly and proudly grimacing and griping.
My uncles love to rile her up, arguing and sassing her.
She is my favorite participant by far.
Things never get lively until she arrives.
Giving us someone to use as a reference.
I imagine when she dies we will all go to her funeral
Sharing innumerable stories
giving her buckets of praise
for making these tedious reunions tolerable.
Entertainment committee of one.
I walk amidst the lonely path and cry
I will never see my dad since he died
Think, how I never said my last goodbye
Gazing up I see birds flying, I stride
In one direction, they swoop towards his grave
Bending down on my knees, I kneel down; pray
Wishing that I could be the one to save
Moving thoughts like clouds, that I can’t convey
There is only one direction we face
Oneness in the Creator the Sublime
Facing our mistakes, we are all disgraced
Now, I fall down to the ground then I climb
Loneliness sharpens my senses clearly
Standing amidst the lonely path, I wept
A few years back the last of the old family passed away. His last wish was to be laid to rest where he was born. We took him back to a small cemetery in the mountains of east Kentucky. Found a local pastor for graveside service. I asked the pastor what denomination did he belong to. He said with a smile, no denomination, I just preach Jesus. I shook his hand and said that will be fine with Uncle Charles.
The curious clue was written with the last ounce of her strength
They found her lying in her own Hershey candy bar wrapper mess
Choked to death by her own gluttony, dead at the ripe age of 99.
What does it say? We asked, peering over her shoulder.
It said two dot dot.
Two dot dot.
What the heck was it?
We went through all of her things, never discovering anything like it.
Two dot dot
Two dot dot
Two dot dot
It became a family chant at weddings and funeral.
It was actually the only thing we had in common.
No two sisters were born more separate,
I inherited traits of my father;
she was the wild fighting spirit of mom.
Fashion taste and even the food we ate,
and we were different from each brother;
each one.
But, when mom passed we became united,
we helped each other- each daughter and son;
to have a great funeral for mother.
And for us sweet sibling love ignited,
and won !
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November 4, 2020
Poetry/Curtal Sonnet/Family Love
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1300-214-04
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, The Speaker
sponsor, Sara Kendrick, Judged 11/21/20
First Place
Sharpness of sarcastic wit
Swiftness of tongue, closed mind,
Alienate family before you are done
Angry social media posts, throwing skeletons out of closets
Hostility seen months before holiday gatherings,
Back and forth missives that are not kind
Mouth and pen untethered, open season for babyishness
Flippant, remarks, rifts in the family,
Politics and religion, keeping you vastly apart.
Grandma’s funeral, guilt sets in, anger gone now
You all come together, hugging some, shunning others
Family never the same, thanks to ridiculous babyishness
Today my heart feels sorrow
Saying goodbye is hard to do
But I will cherish every moment
The memories I have of you
It's been the hardest thing to lose you
You meant so much to me
But to Robert and Evan also
A Great Grandmother always to be
You will always be in my heart Nan.
And that's where youll always stay
I'm so honoured to have been your grand daughter
I count my blessings every day
I did not want to lose you
But you did not go alone
Because a part of me went with you
When heaven called you home
So just remember one thing
We are not apart
You're with me in my memories
And in my broken heart
Loving you always Nanna
7/25/2019
His dear wife Daisy, wheelchair-bound
Had a sis who thought him lazy
Perhaps she's glad he's in the ground
For now he's pushing Daisy
* This did NOT place in the "An Epitaph To Make Us Laugh" Poetry Contest, Jesse Rowe, Judge & Sponsor. *
Another generation
Wiped off the face of the earth
With its untold stories
Buried secrets
Unreachable depths
Irretrievable treasures
Souls from the past
Shrouded in grey clouds
Dissipating in the distance
Gone in a gust of wind
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on August 30, 2017 for contest WINDS OF CHANGE sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - HONORABLE MENTION
PS featured in 2021