nice poem to send to my aunt after the death of my uncle please?

Question

hi, my uncle passed away in the early hours of sunday after having a stroke a week ago... i want to send a nice poem or verse in a card to my aunt... something that tells how much he will be missed by all but to also cheer her up in a sad kind of way (If that makes sense). his name is steven,
Please can you help... something original please not copyed out of the paper... something that would not have been seen anywhere else... i am no good with poetry so any help would be good.
thanx.
mark.

Answer 1

this is a nice wee poem from u 2 ur aunt, but first get a wee box about the size of a match box or there abouts and tie the poem 2 it or use ur own imagination, here goes anyway

this is a very special gift
that you can never see
the reason its so special
its just to you from me
if ever you are lonely
or ever feeling blue
you only have to hold this gift
to know i think of you
you never can unwrap it
please leave the ribbon tied
the reason its so special?
its filled with love inside.

hope u like it, and dont forget the ribbon around it.
sorry about ur uncle.

Answer 2

Hi. The prose poem below brought a lot of comfort to my mother after my father died - she had it copied in calligraphy by a family friend and it is framed in her room at home. Death is Nothing at all Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you whatever we were to each other that we still are call me by my old familiar name speak to me in the easy way which you always used put no difference in your tone wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together pray smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort without the trace of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever meant it is the same as it ever was there is unbroken continuity why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you somewhere very near just around the corner All is well Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918) Canon of St Paul's Cathedral I guess my biggest problem with your query is that if you want something that is totally original/unknown, you should do it yourself - write what you feel and there is no shame if it is not poetic - it is personal and meaningful. Asking someone else for an 'original' contribution is the worst of both worlds - it is not specific to you - how can it be as the person does not know anything about your uncle? And something that is proved to be generally meaningful, helpful and powerful will necessarily be if not well known, but at least already in existence.

Answer 3

Here is a poem which moved me , though not original, I hadn't seen it before I went searching for a verse to put in a handmade card for a friend who was bereaved. It is fairly long but you can adapt it or use part of it.
The first couple of verses:
An Answer
by (Anonymous)
"To my dearest family and friends, some things I'd like to say.
First of all to let you know that I arrived here okay.
I am writing this from heaven where I dwell with God above.
Where there is no more tears or pain, there is just eternal love.
Please don't be unhappy just because I am out of sight
Remember I am with you every morning, noon, and night.
That day I had to leave you, when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said "I welcome you
It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone.
For your dearest family they will be here later on.
I need you here so badly as part as my big plan
There is so much that we have to do to help our mortal man."

See the rest of it at the site below:

Answer 4

The Plan of the Master Weaver

Our lives are but fine weavings
That God and we prepare,
Each life becomes a fabric planned
And fashioned in his care.
We may not always see just how
The weavings intertwine,
But we must trust the Master’s hand
And follow His design,
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side,
While we must look from underneath
And trust in Him to guide.

Sometimes a strand of sorrow
Is added to His plan,
And though it’s difficult for us,
We still must understand
That it’s He who fills the shuttle,
It’s He who knows what’s best,
So we must weave in patience
And leave to Him the rest.

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why—
The dark threads are as needed
In the Weaver’s skilful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

Author Unknown

Answer 5

Sorry about your loss Mark
There are hundreds of beautiful poems out there however, having coped with the loss of a loved one the simplest sentiments are always best. I found peoples tales to be best. Your Aunt will feel she knows everything to know about her late husband but perhaps you can share a little tail with her, something she wasnt aware of, something that touched you and affected your relationship with your uncle that she would love to hear about.
In Ireland we have wakes, mostly its people sharing the experiences they had with the deceased and its amazing how the family cherish memories and stories of there loved ones in situations they wernt aware of. Helps the grieving process to !
Just a thought and don't forget, actions often speak louder than words

Answer 6

Why send a poem- that s parable- and not tell her point blank that we are destined to die and leave to the world beyond, where our journey through life shall continue. Our provision shall be nothing other than our acceptable faith in God and the virtous deed we were able to discharge and acceptable to God.
The journey makes us to meet and know people and we are bound to leave them as we move on. Our grieve should therefore not be so much because we shall also depart to join those who are already proceeding. Rather than sob, why not take time and assess out prep and progress on the path toward next life. We are all the same and the door to the next life remain death.

Answer 7

This poem is taken from The Nation's Favourite Poems of Remembrance.

'Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep'
Anon

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circles flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Answer 8

have u ever heard of the book named CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL its a wonderful book. My copy is with my friend right now so u can try out something from this book and my suggestion would be, give this book as a gift to ur aunt its a lovely book filled with many inspirational poems and stories

Answer 9

this is a fairly famous poem by an unknown poet - I like it.
Okay, it's not original, but it's quite fitting.

DO NOT WEEP

Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn's rain,
When you awaken in the morning's hush
Of quiet birds in circular flight,
I am the soft star that shines at night,
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

By: Unknown Poet

Answer 10

I was looking for a poem I am not sure if this is wht you are looking for but it very good. The poet's name is Tristan





Last Dance
(last chance)


On the road to eternal youth,
How we danced, how we danced,
Thought that it all would never stop;
Our endless game of hide and seek.

On the road to blissful sighs,
How we danced, how we danced,
Thought that they would never end,
Those torrid kisses in the dark.

Then on the road to mature love,
How we danced, how we danced,
Thinking it would last forever,
Finding forever did not forever last.

Finally, the road to have loved and lost,
How we danced, how we danced,
Remembering joys that might have been,
Longing for love that somehow passed.

Now on that road of deep regrets,
How we dance, how we dance;
Music almost done, yet we stay on,
Longing, searching for one last chance.

Postscript

Do not fret; fore there is still yet time;
The music plays, and last dance goes on,
Time enough to accept a proffered hand,
End it all, with knowing smile, and tender kiss.

Tristan (offering his hand)



"Life is short: kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love deeply, and forgive quickly. Forget the past, but not what it has taught you."