I'm often searching the internet for poems and small verses to put on memorial pages and candles, so i thought it would be a good idea to start a thread, whereby we add any we have for everyone to use.
I'll start...
MY GRANDCHILD AND I
We are connected my Grandchild and I,
by an invisible cord not seen by the eye.
This cord it works right from the start,
it binds us together attached to my heart.
I know it's there though no one can see,
the invisible cord from my grandchild to me.
The strength of this cord is hard to describe,
it can't be destroyed, it can't be defied.
It's stronger than any cord that man can create,
it withstands the test and can hold any weight.
And though you can't be here anymore with me,
the cord is still there but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart I am bruised and sore,
but this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I am thankful at least that we can connect in this way,
a Nan and a grandchild they can't take it away.
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LOVE ONCE SHARED WILL LIVE FOREVER
Death is not the end of love.
True feelings never die.
Some connexions made
remain for an eternity,
impossible to eliminate or ignore.
The heart holds close
what will always be alive.
Love once shared will live forever,
in the souls and minds and dreams
of those remaining
on this plane.
But death is not the end of love.
A depth of feeling will remain
transcendent and inextinguishable.
My heart overflows with emotion
beyond all reason,
each time I think of you.
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You were so full of life,
Always smiling and carefree.
Life loved you being a part of it,
And I loved you being a part of me.
You could make anyone laugh,
If they were having a bad day.
No matter how sad I was,
You could take the hurt away.
Nothing could ever stop you,
Or even make you fall.
You were ready to take on the world,
Ready to do it all.
But God decided he needed you,
So from this world you left.
But you took a piece of all of us,
Our hearts are what you kept.
Your seat is now empty,
And it's hard not to see your face.
But please always know this,
No one will ever take your place.
You left without a warning,
Not even saying good-bye.
And I can't seem to stop,
Asking the question why.
Nothing will ever be the same,
The halls are empty without your laughter.
But I know you're up in heaven.
Watching over us and looking after.
I didn't see this coming,
It hit me by surprize.
And when you left this world,
A small part of me died.
Your smile could brighten anyone's day,
No matter what they were going through.
And I know every day for the rest of my life,
I will be missing you.
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TO MY WONDERFUL BROTHER,
There have been many times
in our lives
when we have seemed to be
in different worlds.
We are very different
in many ways,
but we are also much the same
in others,
which is to be expected.
But the most important fact remains,
you could of called me at a moments notice,
and i would of droped everything
to come to you.
I love you more
than i could ever tell you,
and i consider myself very lucky that
you was born to be my brother.
You are a wonderful gift
given to me by god,
And taken from me by god
and like so many other gifts we receive,
I sometimes forget to be thankful for you.
I'd like you to know
that i could never have chosen
a more wonderful brother:
and i love you more than
you'll ever know.
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what a lovely idea has any one got any friend poems yhey could share thanks a lot cathy x
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Isn't life a funny thing
but yet its hard to beat
with every rose there is a thorn
but aint the roses sweet
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Sorry have to split this into several messages, my daughter found it after her precious baby was born sleeping.
THE WALL
You are walking along fine with everyone else and the sun is shining and all is well, then you walk SLAM into a brick wall. And it hurts – it really hurts. It hurts your head and your chest where your heart is and your stomach. And it shocks you as only slamming into a brick wall can. It stops you dead in your tracts. And you stand there thinking, "How did I not see that coming? What happened? How could someone just do that to me?" And you look around and everyone else seems to be walking round the wall. They are carrying on like nothing happened and the sun is still shining for them. They don't even see the wall. They don't even know it's there. And you realise you didn't even know it was there till you hit it – you didn't even know there was a brick wall you could hit – not now, not at this stage. And slowly you pull yourself back together. The pain in your stomach has turned to a sick feeling and your heart still hurts, your mind racing with questions about this brick wall – How, What, Where, Why??? Mostly WHY??? Why on earth would someone make you walk into this wall – why did they have to put it in front of you and no-one else?
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And you can walk again now the pain in your stomach and maybe your legs has lessened. So you slowly make your way around the wall and to the other side. But it doesn't look the same on the other side. It's greyer and emptier. And you know you've left something behind – something very precious and you want it back. So you turn round and there is the brick wall behind you and it seems to hit you with the same force again when you realise you can't go back. It's blocking your path and it will always be there. You pummel your fists on it and cry and shout at it but it's unbreakable and absolute. It won't let you get your precious bundle back – that has to stay on the other side and you must carry on without it. You can't go back to the path you were on before you hit the brick wall – it's impossible. So all you can do is go forward and walk on from it. But it's hard going and your legs don't seem to want to walk away from it. You know when you look over your shoulder it will always be there. It may fade a bit from view but if you look closely you will always be able to see it – even in the distance. And you look around you again and see all the people who never hit the brick wall carrying on too. You tell some of them about the brick wall and they sympathise – it must've hurt they say. You are looking very well despite this brick wall – you have no cuts or bruises on the outside because those heal. So you must be doing ok then now they say.
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But my wounds are on the inside you feel like screaming. How can you not know about this brick wall – why couldn't you walk into instead of me? And then you feel bad – you know you wouldn't really want anyone else to walk into that wall.
Some people are ok – maybe they have seen the wall themselves in the past or came close to it – maybe they are really good friends/family who close their eyes and do try to imagine walking into the wall. They are the ones who help you keep walking away from it. People tell you that you'll never hit this brick wall again – it only appears once in your life. And you want to believe them even though you can't ever be sure. Up ahead it looks like maybe your path does cross back into the sunshine again – the same sunshine that everyone else is basking in. And you can maybe just make out another bundle waiting for you to pick up and carry with you for the rest of your life. And maybe if you are strong and keep moving forward then you'll reach it one day. But it's not the same bundle as before – it can't be. That one is behind the wall. The wall that's always there if you look over your shoulder. And written on it forever more is the message in letters a mile high, that only you can see "My darling baby RIP''
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I know the wall is not strictly a poem but i wanted to share it with you all, we also used this poem on our grandsons flowers.
We have a little Grandson, who means the world to us
He's living with the Angels and is as special as can be
And even though he's up there, playing in the clouds
He's still our precious Grandson and we’re so very proud
We know we cannot hold him, or bounce him on our knees
But we only have to close our eyes, his little face to see
We never will stop missing him and wishing he was here
But sometimes we feel, indeed we know, that he is very near
So play happily little Grandson, you will never be forgot
We love you so and always will, though we miss you such a lot.
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