Memorial Service Poems - Poems about Memorial Service

Walking out of church into the autumn morning Among many this overwhelming feeling There are no bad people, no addicts this day Too beautiful and clean: the tall tree, the air, sky Such a calmness descends All seems well - no addictions Not a day to spend frivolously The gifts of God, generously Given has sunk into all hearts Thank you Mrs. Douman, fondly...

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As you probably already know (if you don't I apologize) my wife, and life's partner, has departed this life and gone to heaven to be with other loved ones who have passed before her. I am mourning her departure but know she would want me to carry on and make her proud of me....

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Memorial service ~10:00 A.M. October 21st, 2020... at Cherry Hill, New Jersey Unitarian Fellowship Boyce Brandon Harris cremains (approximately one fourth entire contents) offered, interred, and eulogized within ‘Tristan’s Pollinator Garden,' which constitutes minute arboretum bore witness to immediate family of said deceased yours truly plus eldest and youngest sister each of us communicated solemn words to recall admirable, inimitable, and unfathomable father, whose passing (evident previous...

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I know it has been hard, and you feel like you cannot cope; weep if you must but never lose hope. You cry until you feel like your throat is tied with a rope; get that grief out but never lose hope. The emptiness may seem very hard to bear but at some point, I encourage you...

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When sadness grips my weeping soul and the days seem gloom and hopeless, memories of you live on and linger like a gentle breeze passing through the leaves on a tree. When I am in denial and still cannot 'come to grips' that you are gone; when my heart is heavy and I sigh and often...

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Local Memorial Service Outside the funeral agency two employees dressed for their job, stood smoking, by the pavement a hearse with coffin inside stood waiting. finally, they threw the butts in the gutter started The car to take to the church where the casket would be decorated with flowers and then with a cortège of mourners followed behind led by the...

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The funeral was a surprise to all writers Bury me!!! Poetry shouted Bury me and leave no trace If pen lost ground and laid beneath Then this hand too belong with wreath   Words drifting in dark attractive walls protecting poetry's insights Drag lyrical baskets in caskets, Make believe world, Imagery paint me living, Word breathing and I see the light Tell me lies, Craft sweet lines, Render me...

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