Visitors Poems

A collection of visitors suggestions for funeral poems

That Man - Cliff Sargeant

When I was born that man was there,
Tall and strong and fair of hair.
He watched my mother give me birth,
As I fought my way onto this Earth.

That man would rock me off to sleep,
Would wipe my tears when I did weep.
He watched me go from crawl to walk,
And smiled with pride when I learned to talk.

That man taught me to ride a bike,
And even how to fly a kite.
He taught me to know wrong from right,
When to run and when to fight.

That man was made of many parts
A teacher of lifes skills and arts
Full of love and full of care
With much to give, and much to share.

As I grew older so did he,
But that man was always there for me
His love, unspoken ,but strong and clear,
Of that I have no doubt or fear.

Time passed, that man grew old and frail,
No longer strong, but weak and pale.
Now I helped him, as he'd helped me
A debt to repay, no charge, no fee.

And now that man has left this life,
No longer parted from his wife
Memories are all that we have left
Of that man who was the best.

Who was that man, you may well ask?
To tell you now is my last task.
It makes me proud, it makes me glad,
To tell you that man, he was my dad.


My father died recently and I could not find a suitable poem to read for him
at his cremation that reflected what I wanted to say, so I wrote my own.

single white rose in memory of Cody TaylorEach Day - Graham Allaway

Dedicated to the precious memory of Cody Taylor

Each day since we first lost you
Life is not the same,
Each day we search for reasons
Each day we call your name.

Each day we feel the pain
And the hurt that will not heal,
Each day we ask the sky
To please make this not real.

Each day we look for answers
To the endless questions why,
Each day we bow our heads
With another tear to cry.

But each day we're reminded
Of the joy that you would bring,
Each day we still remember
How you brightened everything.

Each day we hear you laughing
With that smile upon your face,
Each day we hear you playing
And your spirit we embrace.

So each day we live on
We will never be apart,
For in each day that passes
You're forever in our hearts.

Sweet dreams little one, sleep tight.

Graham Allaway - May 2009

This is a poem that I wrote myself following the tragic death of my God Daughter in April this year, she had her ninth birthday less than a week before she died from Asthma.
Several members of the family have asked for copies and if it will provide some comfort for others as well then I would be happy for it to be used.

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