A friend of mines father passed away.....Im looking for a poem?

Question

I would like to send a poem to comfort him,does anyone have a good one?

Answer 1

Ode to My Dad

- by Julie Wininger



This is for my hero, my Dad

The best father a kid could ever have

You laughed a lot and kept me happy

Even if some of your jokes were kinda sappy.



When punished for my stubborn indignation

You brought me a biscuit to curb my starvation

‘Cause I was sent to bed without any dinner

In my eyes, Dad, you were always a winner.



From skinned knees to a broken transmission

You helped me though all of life’s transitions

As I grew older, I know it was hard for you

But your love for me kept shining through.



You were always there to calm all my fears

Until that night I found you in tears

During my many crises, you knew what to do

Ultimately, I learned you’re human too.

Answer 2

There is a beautiful poem by Ruth Ann Mahaffey called to my Dearest Family.. She has a website with all her poems on it..Just punch in her name to a search engine and it will find it for you. I think you will really love this poem and I keep a copy of it in my husband's memorial album and in a frame in our living room..I lost him last year after a long illness..Take care and I hope that this helps..Stef

Answer 3

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 only that she is 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.”
David Harkins

of course change all the she's to he's......i think it's beautiful

Answer 4

I like this excerpt from Alfred, Lord Tennyson 's poem 'From the Passing of Arthur' -

And slowly answered Arthur from the barge:
"The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?
I have lived my life, and that which I have done
May He within himself make pure! but thou,
If thou shouldst never see my face again,
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.