I need a grief poem please?

Question

my husbands sons name is Justin...Justins mother died on Saturday..could someone please suggest a good poem for him so that I can send it.to him thank you so much

Answer 1

I found this one.. I dont know if it will be suitable.

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd 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,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much yet to do,
It seemed 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 relive yesterday,
Just even for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,
He said "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today for 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 day
There's no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Thought there were times you did some things,
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand
And share my life with me?

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.

Answer 2

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message she Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Answer 3

When somebody dies,a cloud turns into an angel and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow.A bird gives the message back to the world and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.........People disappear,but they never really go away.The spirits up there put the sun to bed,wake up the grass,and spin the earth in dizzy circles.Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the daytime when they,re supposed to be sleeping...........They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide.They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes.And when they sing windsongs,they whisper to us"Don,t miss me too much.The view is nice,and Im doing just fine." A local lady writes these poems for all types of cards,I recieved this one when my mum passed. ...Liz.

Answer 4

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 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 circled 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 5

o.k. finished. i understand what it particularly is prefer to combat sleep for worry of those nasty apprehensive explosions in my recommendations. This you talk of reoccurring coronary heart racing and then very final failure that leaves you exhausted. You coach all of this o.k. on your poem.

Answer 6

go to www.angelrays.com

Answer 7

even though you may be sad
the problems not that really bad
now you can run, jump up and down
because your mothers not around!

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