Mother Funeral Poems | Examples
These Mother Funeral poems are examples of Funeral poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Funeral Mother poems written by international poets.
Fathers,
You learn from them,
For better or for worse.
How to be, or not to be,a husband.
How to be or not to be a parent when it's
your turn.
There are no books, holy or otherwise.
And religion is all but useless,
It has no moral compass
Holy images on walls,stautes,moving or mute
Never,kept a mother or wife safe in her home.
Respect is basic instinct
One either has,or, hasn't got.
' He'll be on his own yet,'
My mother often exclaimed.
When there was nothing else left to say.
And true to her word;he died alone.
The dark cloud lifted,the light broke through.
The voilens played
The mad lady sang.
And I danced around the grave.
The big bronze bell was tolling
From the façade of St Peter’s
An incessant toll above death
88 clangs from its open mouth
The Angelus Bell rang out
For the years of Francis’ life
Over the sky of Rome
A clear celestial blue
The blue of the Virgin mother
Through which we see God
Men of the clergy on the right
Royals and politicians on the left
The chorus sings the Requiem
No melody can melt away
The broken world of sin
Nor wake the dead lying alone
In a wooden box on the cold stone
As the mourning clouds rolled in
the flowers were gorgeous
yellows pinks oranges
with a pop of white and a sliver of green
something mother would have loved
if they had given it to her while she was alive
funeral flowers seem like a waste, for she is gone
can she see these? Does she know they are here?
I resolve to bring flowers to my aunt
before her final hours
Death snared me in its icy grip...
It brought my end of days.
I saw not the bastard coming...
First a bus and then the grave.
I should have been more measured...
Not been idle with my time.
But my eyes were on the future...
I had mountains still to climb.
Who's to blame? A Universe
With a proclivity to deceive...
While those who stand above
May yet find some good in me.
To my treasured friends and family...
I lay humbled by your care.
And Mother... don't be too distressed...
I wore clean underwear.
The End
Hear her cries, her moaning
Silencing the night with a groaning
Breathless with her need, her yearning
For the child who has gone, returning
To the heavens, to God’s strong hand
These tears are not what she planned
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A dozen roses from us to you
for all the love you bestowed
so gracious a heart we've ever known
so high a spirit gifted from God’s throne
so grand you stood in your petiteness
and your strength shined through
the love and wisdom you leave behind
will now become our glue
for the bond you built, the home you led
the friends you met, the family you shared
twelve doves will fly high above
to honor your special day
the day God laid hands upon you
and took all your pain away
for the strong woman with stern hands
to a devoted mother and our best friend
roses for Pearl until we meet again
from Debbie, Dewayne, and Darlene.
We love you mom.
RIP 6-19-19
Familiar faces, in the saddest of places
A hug and an "I love you"
A few more wrinkles, still the same old twinkles
As we talk about yesterday's news
The bitter taste of death, take a deep breath
With every handshake, a wet tissue
We watch the parade, behind dark shades
The file stops to admire the view
The sweetest of tears, wash the dust from the years
"It's so sad. I'm sorry for your loss."
"A second mother to me," "Like a sister, was she."
As the sugar gets spilled then tossed
But this life is fleet and always bittersweet
We learn, to roll with the flow
The older we get, the less we regret
'cause how sweet, the bitterness grows
by Daniel Turner
July 29 2017
Dear Mother, I longed for your love;
so when you passed away, I wept.
As your spirit rose up above,
my stinging tears, which were inept,
flowed as we began to remove
your cold, silent corpse as it slept.
Time passed. They gathered for your wake,
a soothing hour that was not sad
or grave as they tried (for my sake)
to pay their respects and act glad:
as you laid there (to never take
a breath again), I could’ve gone mad...
The day arrived. The funeral
took place on a cold, wintry morn,
as if dream-like, strange, and surreal;
distraught, I felt bereaved...and torn,
as your last rites and burial
left me forlorn—oh, so forlorn!
We gathered to lay her in the cold ground;
it was to be her resting place—poor Mom!
Grieving, I sobbed while my siblings were calm;
only I appeared distraught and unsound,
overwhelmed at the sudden loss I found
too great to bear. It was like a huge bomb
had exploded in my life—like napalm!
As I sat with tears flowing and profound,
the eulogy was then delivered to all.
We buried her on a cold, wintry morn;
all were mute, as I felt a gloomy pall.
Among them I wept, so bereft and torn
was I during the funeral withal:
all the while, I felt gloomy and forlorn.