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Poems For The Funeral of a Grandfather

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Here are some poems that could be used at the funeral for a grandfather.


Our Father kept a garden.
A garden of the heart;
He planted all the good things,
That gave our lives their start.
He turned us to the sunshine,
And encouraged us to dream:
Fostering and nurturing the seeds of self-esteem.
And when the winds and rain came,
He protected us enough;
But not too much because she knew
We would stand up strong and tough.
His constant good example,
Always taught us right from wrong;
Markers for our pathway that will last
a lifetime long.
We are our Fathers garden,
We are his legacy.
Thank you Dad we love you.

Great Grandad Tom
By Unknown

My Nanny rang at ten past seven,
To tell my Daddy, that you’d gone to heaven.
To play with Josh, and Luke and Jake,
Take them for a walk, by a beautiful lake.

But there were tears in Daddy’s eyes,
As he remembered you, as you were in life.
He told me of the time, when he came round with Mummy,
How you wiped a tear, when he said I was in her tummy.

He told me how proud, he was to see me,
Sit for the first time, upon your knee.
How your wonderful smile, would light up the room,
When I came around, on Friday afternoons.

There’s no-one like you,
There will never be another.
I’m sorry that you’ll not meet, my new sister or brother.

I’m so happy I knew you.
But now I’m sad that you’re gone.
My dearest, sweet, Great-Granddad Tom.


My granddad died not so long ago this is what i read at the funeral;
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn’t go alone,
Apart of us went with you,
The day god took you home.

A million times we missed you,
A million times we cried,
If love could have saved you,
You never would have died.

To the grave we travel,
The flowers are placed with care,
No-one knows the heartache,
As we turn to leave you there.

If tears could build a stairway,
And heartaches could make a lane,
We would walk a path to heaven,
And bring you back again.

By Ferney

There will always be the vivid image of my Granddad with his socks and sandals, the hat that never came off his head and his liquorice-stick-filled pockets.
He always had a smile on his face and made me laugh. He liked talking to anyone who went past. Everyone who knew him would be touched in 1 way or another.
My granddad was a good dad, husband, brother uncle and grandfather. My granddad will suffer no longer. I know this is hard but it will make us all stronger.

x x Our Grandad x x
By Unknown

It broke our hearts to lose you,
but you never went alone,
for a part of us went with you,
the day god took you home.

A million times we missed you,
A million times we cried,
If love could have saved you,
you never would have died.

To the grave you travel,
Our flowers placed with care,
No-one knows the heartache,
as we turn to leave you there.

If tears could build a stairway,
and memories could make a lane,
we would walk right up to heaven,
and bring you home again.

We love you Granddad,
sleep well in heaven with the angels.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x


It Broke our hearts to lose you,
but you never went alone,
for apart of us went with you,
the day god took you home ….
A Traveller Coming Home
By Unknown

A traveller ventured forth one day
upon a long and winding road
with faith and trust to lead the way
with strength and will to bear his load

and at a slow but steady pace
in cold of storm, in warmth of sun
he journeyed on from place to place
and gained some value from each one

until at last one quiet night
he climbed a hill’s soft rounding crest
and saw afar a single light
that seemed to promise peace and rest.

Then following its glow , he came
upon the house in which it shone.
A voice inside called out his name
and told him he was truly home.

Now all of us must travel ,too.
Like his , our paths wind slowly on
and surely when the course is through
a welcome comfort waits beyond.

May we believe that sweet content
is earned by all of those miles passed
and never doubt each traveller’s meant
to reach a loving home at last.

By Dick Underwood, 2008

Granddad, you were just a lad,
So many years ago.
You had your loves and had your dreams,
You watched us come and go.

You watched us make the same mistakes,
That you had made before,
But that just made you hold us tight,
And love us all the more.

We haven’t always thought about
The things that you have seen.
To us you’ve just been ‘Granddad’,
No thought of who you’ve been.

But we remember now in love,
Your life from start to end,
And we’re just glad we knew you,
As Granddad, and as Friend.


My granddad’s so bald,
My granddad’s so brave,
Sometimes I see him he needs a good shave!

My granddad’s clever,
my granddad’s smart,
We liked to call him a grumpy old fart!

My granddad always tells me a very good story,
My granddad, I think he washes in glory.

My granddad, we love him ever so much,
there’s something about him, a magic touch!

my granddad’s so strong,
my granddad’s so tough,
my granddad’s taught me so much stuff!

My granddad’s life, I’m afraid, has come to an end,
this poem was about my very best friend.

By Sarah Cooper

Good night God bless, now it’s time to rest as you had your last goodbyes.
We can’t believe the time has come for us to say goodbye.

How many time have we herd them say you might not live and thrive,
but how many time have you shown them wrong by being here alive.

We can’t believe you where her one day and gone the following day,
Why why why was this ok for you to take our GRANDAD away.

Garden For My Granddad

a new flower,
a new bird,
another step,
a new word.

he’s seen them,
he has seen them all,
he was there in summer,
and there in fall.

he make sure it looks beautiful,
it is his pride,
he watches us,
and with laughter he cried.

he helped them bloom,
made them colour,
cherished there smiles,
and defiantly made them fuller.

he did his best,
but he has not stopped,
he will never rest,
until they have fully flowered.

Thank-you granddad
I love you
see-you in a while crocodile!

I’ll Be There
By Unknown

There was no time to say goodbye
But this I ask – please do not cry
Remember me as you think best
The happy time – forget the rest.

Look for me and I’ll be there
And you will find me everywhere
In the gentle touch of breeze
That cools the skin or swirls the leaves.

In the scent and colour of flowers
That gave to me such happy hours
On sunny days under sunny skies of blue
Just think of me, I’ll be with you.

In winter when there’s cloud or mist
The rain will give to you my kiss
As wood smoke lingers in the air
Look for me and I’ll be there.

Where seagulls cry above the sea
And surf rolls in so endlessly
Among towering trees that soar above
In all these things that i once loved
Look for me and I’ll be there
You’ll feel my presence everywhere.

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
By Jamie Leigh Dale

When tomorrow starts without me and I am not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me
I know how much you love me as much as I love you
And each time you think of me I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand
That Jesus came and called my name and took me by the hand.
He said my place is ready in heaven far above
And that I have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away a tear fell from my eye
For all my life I’d always thought it wasn’t my time to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do
It seems almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could have stayed for just a little while
I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realize that this could never be
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I’d miss come tomorrow
I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through Heaven’s gate and felt so much at home
As God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne.
He said This is eternity And all I’ve promised you
Today your life on earth is past but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow but today will always last
And since each day’s the same here there’s no longing for the past.
So when tomorrow starts without me don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me I’m right here in your heart.


It broke our hearts to leave you
although you never went alone
as a part of us went with you
the day god took you home

words cant describe how much we’ll miss you
our lives wont feel complete
and we all cant wait for that day
that day where we will meet

if love could build a staircase
and memories could build a lane
we would march right up to heaven
and bring you home again

but you are now with the angels
the angels in the sky
and to know your watching over us,
it helps me not to cry

I love you always grandpa,
rest in peace.


Published On: 26th Nov 2010

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  1. I loved the poem that was unknown. Your website is probably the best one yet! Keep it up.

    Lucy 11 Oct at 5:54 am
  2. There were no poems that I liked. A lot of the poems were the same too, sometimes with a tiny twist.

    Rosalind 1 Nov at 10:19 am
  3. Glorious words, thank you. Take care and keep faith in yourself.

    Trish 5 Feb at 2:57 am
  4. Missing my grandpa soooooooooooooooooooo much I’ll never forget him all through my life These all poems are for him from me.

    sakshi mistry 5 Feb at 8:17 am
  5. I miss you granddad more than words can be said. you will always be in my heart. 🙂 RIP

    holes 30 May at 4:52 pm
  6. I love the poem called when tomorrow starts without me 🙂 because it has always got soft feelings and your caring for other people

    katelyn 30 May at 10:30 pm
  7. When someone dies it is so personal, an eerie silence foes through you. Stunned by the reality that my loved one will never come through my door again.
    People offer kind words and no matter how kind they really mean nothing to me. I feel awkward as to how to respond. Do I say as a response to I am very sorry ( that’s ok) when it couldn’t be further from the truth. I know how kind these people are but nothing can dull my ache that comes from my toes through my whole body. I feel fragile, but I am not sick, I feel broken and a part of me seems empty.
    I go outside and people are talking and laughing. I go to the shops to get food for our guests and nothing has changed. It is then that it is confirmed it is myself my family, friends and relatives that share my pain. I am overwhelmed. I want to stand in the middle of the road and shout ” what are you doing, don’t you know what happened today. My love one died. You ought to be ashamed all laughing and living when my world is so still.
    The reality of how small each of us are in this large world hits hard. We are like grains of sand on a beach so small in a big space.
    I head home with my supplies and for the first time I notice the flowers blooming, the trees standing tall. At that moment I want to scream “how dare you flower so beautifully, or stand so tall and majestic. Please I wish you would wilt and drop your leaves and buds in protest, that my loved one died today”.
    Will I find my laughter again, will my hollow aching stomachs recover. My news everyone’s news my loved one won’t hear, they won’t eat with me, laugh with me or be that voice of reason. How will I move forward.
    I look at photos and little memories come back. The little silly things laughed about that were peculiar just to us. The smiles and hugs, the gentleness. My loved one would hate that I am so sad.
    Days pass and come the funeral service, my time to return the favour to my loved one, so the most important thing to him was truthfulness.
    I took my place and smiled at all who came to remember him. I found myself reciting the above. The silence was deafening. I took a breath and faced his friends and family and said, we are sad, sad for ourselves for he is not here.
    I ask one thing on behalf of my loved one. Talk of him often, honestly for he was not perfect, laugh loudly at the silly things he did with you. Take a road from his journey and walk it if you wish. There were many roads so plenty for each of us to chose. Remember if you take his road, don’t disrespect his old fashioned ways embrace them add a little of yourself into that road. Leave your road knowing yourself a little better and reflect on how short life is, ask yourself did he reach all his dreams. The answer will no doubt be no, as you are in his dreams. He wished you a happy life, hoped you would have the skills to handle the ups and downs in life. He wished you chose to work in something you loved, have you done that. You know there is worse things than death itself, and that is to live and die young but not be put in your resting place so many years after you die. He wishes you “life” and “enough”
    I will close in Saint the legacy we leave is not the good we did, but the lessons we learned and shared. Thanks dear loved one for living life fully and not wasting a moment of precious time. RIP

    Stephanie Giampiccolo 9 Aug at 1:06 pm
  8. That was so beautiful, endearing and true.
    I wish you well.

    Susan Miller 23 Jan at 7:24 pm
  9. It sad to have a family member pass away

    Hannahmaneval 8 Mar at 6:49 pm
  10. Love you grandad and will never stop R.I.P such a kind and caring special man Henry Kennedy live from your sian xxxx

    Dian 17 Nov at 6:40 am
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