Funeral Grandmother Poems | Examples

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


Premium MemberSometimes, We Can Only Say Goodbye After They Stop Being Alive

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.


Premium MemberGod’s Carousel

she told me she wanted her flowers while she was still alive and well her children collected bouquets, offerings meant for her finicky nose to smell she told me love was the reason for this life she lived before saying farewell her heart was filled with such kindness a love that no one could buy or sell she told me to bring her my flowers because only time could tell… when her time on this earth had passed by her spirit would leave her body, only a shell I miss this woman I called granny I miss how her light would swell glistening like the stars in heaven now, she’s the hope I’ll always tell friends, family, those I love - because she’s still enjoying God’s carousel

Premium MemberGrandma Lulu the Knitting Queen

Grandma Lulu loved to knit.
She was the knitting queen.
She has been doing this for ninety years.
Click. Click. Click. Click.Click.

She lived in a house full of yarns.
Baby yarns, skinny yarns, fluffy yarns, shiny yarns.
Yarns of many colors, light yarns, dark yarns, balls and skeins.
Knit purl purl knit; knit purl, purl, knit.

For Christmas we relatives got slippers.
Blue, yellow, orange, red, green, gray slippers.
Our babies got knitted layette sets.
Click. Click. Click. Click.Click.

She also created knitted Christmas ornaments.
Penguins, socks, or ruffled candy canes.
If you visited her, she never looked up.
You heard the constant click of her knitting needles.

The first thing we noticed after her funeral
Was the sad silence of her house; no longer a home.

Premium MemberA Memory Revisited

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

Premium MemberLaid To Rest

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
© Roger Harp  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberNanna

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

Premium MemberWhen I Hear the Words Wrong, I Hear the Words Wrong

My grandma told your grandma
Don't you set your head on fire
Come with me to the Casbah
Stay out of the funeral pyre
Talkin' 'bout shotguns, shotguns,
Blasting us away
Jockamo's killing our loved ones
Jockamo nee nah nay.

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