Poems for a Wife, Mother or Girlfriend

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hands-holding-flowerHere are some poems that could be used at the funeral for a wife, mother or girlfriend.

She is Gone
By Anonymous

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she’s gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

Lord of Pots and Pans
Unknown

Lord of all pots and pans and things,
Since I’ve no time to be
A saint by doing lovely things or
Watching late with thee,
Or dreaming in the twilight or
Storming heaven’s gates.
Make me a saint by getting meals or
Washing up the plates.

Although I must have Martha’s hands,
I have Mary’s mind, and,
When I black the boots and shoes
Thy sandals, Lord, I find.
I think of how they trod the earth
What time I scrub the floor,
Accept this meditation, Lord,
I haven’t time for more.

Warm all the kitchen with thy love,
And light it with thy peace,
Forgive me all my worrying
And make all grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food
In room or by the sea
Accept this service that I do
I do it unto thee.

I’ll Always Be Near
Unknown

Hush my love, hush be still
I had to leave you, it was God’s will
Hush my love do not cry
For I am standing here, right by.

I have not gone for good you see
I am always right here and join you for tea.
But alas, you cannot see me and all that I give
Hush my sweet love, I am not dead, I still live.

When you feel down or very low
I will pick you up, as I did below
There will be joy and laughter in your heart
When you realize we are never apart
I am everywhere you go and everything you see
I am always with you.

You will sing and dance once more again
Bright sunshine will fill you, instead of rain
I live! I live! I live! I tell thee
Just a thought you need, to remember me.

In each flower, plant or bird you see
We are all part of this, you and me
So look at all things with gentle love and care
We’ll meet again I am just over here.

Remember the good times never the bad
We loved and laughed together and shared the sad
Remember how precious and dear you are to me
Remember I’m right here with you, if only you could see.

I love you and “I’ll always be near”
Just whisper my name and I’ll be right there.

MUM
Unknown

What can you say
To someone who has always been one of
The most essential parts of your world;
Someone who took you by the hand
When you were little
And helped to show the way
What do you say to someone
Who stood by to help you grow,
Providing love, strength, and support
So you could become the person
You are today?
What can you say to let her know
That she’s the best there is,
And that you hope you’ve inherited
Some of her wisdom and her strength?
What words would you say
If you ever got the chance?
Maybe you just say
‘ I love you Mum ‘
and hope she understands

I used to think that people didn’t need
their moms so much after they grew up.
But I’ve realized that’s not true.
So often, when I’m making a decision,
I wish you were here
so I could ask your advice.
And so many times,
when something happens
that I know you would enjoy,
I wish you were here
to share it with me.
Now that I’m older
I’ve realized how special our relationship is.
And while I’m thankful for this bond,
somehow it makes me miss you more..
Mom, I love you so very much.
If I could have but one wish
I know what it would be
To see your loving face once more
To have you here with me.

To wish you happy birthday
And not look towards the skies
To kiss you happy birthday
And see the twinkle in your eyes.

Mum I know this cannot be
But dream I always will
Now your place is with the Lord
Lovely Lady how I miss you still.

Mum I know you’re watching me
Hearing every pray I pray
So to you my Darling mother
I wish a very happy Birthday.

I miss You Mum

Words for Your Mother
Unknown

As for her love, I want to share a story about a mother and her enduring love for her son. It is a story that describes the way my mother felt about all of her children, in youth and in old age, in health and in sickness.

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be.

The baby grew. He grew and grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother’s watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say ‘This kid is driving my CRAZY!’ But at night, when that two-year old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be.

The little boy grew. He grew and grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when relatives visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the ZOO! But at night, when he was asleep, she quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be.

The boy grew. He grew and grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends, he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a ZOO! But at night, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be.

That teenager grew and grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son’s house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be.

Well, that mother, she got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, ‘You’d better come see me because I’m very old and sick.’ So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang: I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always .. But she couldn’t finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother, picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

I’ll love you forever
I’ll like you for always
As long as I’m living
My Mommy you’ll be.

Whispers In The Breeze.
By Greg McVicker.

Realizing my innermost fears,
Choking back the steady stream of tears.
Not knowing your time had come,
Without you I feel so numb.

Just a whisper in the breeze,
Brought my world down to its knees.
The day that you were called away,
Paradise is where you now stay.

When the days do come to pass,
I’ll call upon your bed of grass.
Comfort inside knowing you’re there,
Looking up at my vacant stare.

The silence I exchange with thee,
Speaks volumes, I’m sure this you’ll see.
My shadow it casts across your grave,
While I stand so lonely, I stand so brave.

Now the days they seem so long,
In my arms is where you belong.
I close my eyes and hear you speak,
You call my name, my legs grow weak.

Together we promised that we would grow old,
We thought our happiness would never unfold.
I’ll kneel at your feet with my head hung low,
Thoughts in my mind, which you already know.

This quality time with you I spend,
Will hopefully help my broken heart mend.
Feeling guilty when I turn to leave,
Returning home, I continue to grieve.

When my term approaches death,
Time to exhale one final breath.
I wonder if others will fall to their knees,
When my name whispers in the breeze.

Copyright Greg McVicker 2001. All Rights Reserved.


A Lament to Our Mummy and Dearest Wife!
By Greg McVicker – May 16th, 2005

Our Mother’s Love so special,
as many folks can see,
Mum’s greatest gift was giving life
to my sisters, brother and me.

We began as children so helpless Mum,
yet never a challenge for you,
No matter how little or large the task,
there’s nothing you couldn’t do.

Throughout the years and as we grew,
so proud of us you were,
If we needed something Mum,
we knew you’d always be there.

You gave us so much precious love,
which came from deep inside,
Knowing the amazing Mum that you are,
fills us with tremendous pride.

You steered us through our battles Mum,
no one can disagree,
You guided us in darkened times,
and now we set you free.

You taught us so much wisdom Mum,
and loved us with your heart,
A new journey you shall now begin,
for a little while we must part.

Mum, our time with you was far too short,
there’s much we’d like to say,
The days ahead they are unknown,
without you leading the way.

Although you’ll look down upon us Mum,
and incredibly sad we’ll fuss,
We take great pride in the fact that,
your blood flows proudly through us.

Mum, we share your strengths instilled in us,
knowing what we must do,
To continue the legacy you’ve already begun,
while lovingly remembering you.

Sail gently into the night Our Love;
your new beginning has come,
Although at this moment we say farewell,
forever You Are Our Mum…

A wee message from Daddy too:

Kathleen, My Sweet Precious Angel, A Loving Mum,
Tiocfaidh ?r Lá
(Our Day Will Come).

Mum, Dad is our sailor, You are our Captain and Ship and We, your children,
are your crew. With Everlasting Love and fondest memories until we meet again,

Go n-éir?* a ta leat agus go mbeannai a dia duit, Mum
(Good Luck and God Bless).

Tiocfaidh Ar La is a gaelic saying we use back home and means ‘Our Day Will Come’. It is pronounced “Chucky Ar La”.

Honored Family Member
By Lori Boast 2007


A light from our family is gone
A voice we loved is stilled
A place is vacant in the home
Which never can be filled

We have to mourn the loss of one
We would’ve love to keep
But God who surely loved her best
Has finally made her sleep

After a lifetime of her love and joy
And music to fill our ears
God leaves these wondrous memories
To help us through our tears

My Mother’s name was Vera Boast and she was loved dearly..

How do we let a mother go?
How do we say ‘I’m ready now
to go on without you’?
How can we ever have a clue of what that really means?

And of a sudden
The moment is upon us, and there’s no turning back.

And then we know what grief is, .
and guilt and love and things undone.

Try to prepare and we will fail in some way, be it subtle or looming .

But there is peace too.
Peace and acceptance and overwhelming love that we maybe weren’t aware of.
Waves and waves of conflicting emotion,
And laughter too,
and memories we hadn’t bothered lately to recall
come flooding back in shared company..

and it’s all about you mom

And there’s gratitude.. so much of that, that we had you, such a wonderful mother
Bright and shining, nobody’s fool,
Independent, but humble too;
Smart, and kind, and fun.

Adventurous..

A part of you has passed away, but much is carried everyday within us, and will as long as we are here.

This may be a final tribute,
A day to celebrate your life and say goodbyes;
But it’s not final.
Everyday I’ll celebrate in some way, just by the virtue of how you shaped my life,
The absolute and incredible fortune that I knew you.
As a mother, a friend and a woman.

 

26 November 2010

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