Sister Funeral Poems | Examples

These Sister Funeral poems are examples of Funeral poems about Sister. These are the best examples of Funeral Sister poems written by international poets.

Though you invited me after my begging,
You soon after had begun your shedding
Of soul from body that was suffering.
They saw you sat up, almost death-defying.

Your older sister told me you really loved me,
I know you did, but you could never fully see
The reasons why I will always simply be
A woman who just wants to live a life so free.

I saw you, lifeless, cold, I came to say bye.
I stood before you, secretly wondering why,
(Why now, why does it feel too soon) I cry.
Even when gone, your little smile is unshy.

I know everyone you knew loved you so,
But I loved you most, I'm unsure I can let go.
I feel I'm not special, our bond was though.
Your love for me always helped me grow.

© Marissa Faries  

another funeral
not shocking or a surprise
I am seventy-two
I could probably go to one every week
like my sister
if I still lived in a small town

This is my friend’s brother’s funeral
the last funeral I attended was another friend’s sister’s.
I have eight core friends
They are all alive and kicking
But most of their siblings have not been so lucky

Except for my best friend.
She has eight sisters and a brother.
They are all alive and well as of this morning.
I also have my siblings; we are the lucky ones

© Caren Krutsinger  

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

© Daniel Turner