This poem that I had a friend give me a cody for my great grandma and my godfather's funerals. The righter is unknown, but is a very good poem!! When I read it out loud I cried!Hope you enjoy this as much as I do!
In Loving Memory Of ______.
Balloons at My Funeral
I read a poem by a teenage Miss,
amazed that I hadn’t thought of this.
“Balloons at My Funeral” is what the title reads;
that is exactly what my funeral needs.
Helium filled so they can fly proud and high,
with varied colors against a brilliant blue sky.
Colors to match every emotion that I had….
angry, loving, thoughtful or sad.
A lone white one for the purity of birth,
a lone yellow one for my last day on earth.
Many more… red, black, purple, blue, and green…
For all the sorrow, hope, and joy that I’ve seen.
Balloons helped me celebrate every event I can name.
My final event must be treated exactly the same.
When the words are spoken:
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust”:
Release my balloons to be caught
2007-03-05
09:15:05
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