I'm sorry for your loss. My mom passed two years ago, I used this in a memorial to her. Hope this helps:
We little knew that morning, God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly, In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, You did not go alone,
For part of us went with you The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again
2007-12-05 05:26:45
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answered by blue♥♥eyes 6
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Missing Grandma Poems
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This Site Might Help You.
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My Grandma just recently passed, does anyone know of any sweet poems?
2015-08-08 03:14:44
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answered by Anonymous
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Grandma Death Poems
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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye
My Nana wanted it read at her funeral.
2007-12-05 05:27:02
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answered by migrainegirl1 3
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ia'm soo sorry to hear that my sincere, condolency ever one grief differently, my baby sister husband passed recently he was in the military and my sister lived all alone in a different state, we are from panama, and we are still missing him and still can't get over it because it happens soo soon, and we all had made plan to go back home to visit our mom , but he is in a better place and so is your precious grandmom if you believe we would see our love one, again in the resurection of the dead, that is what! the Bible tells us so i look toward that hope, so you to hang in there, although she is gone in the flesh she remain always in the spirit, and in your heart.;;;;; Here is a Poem to your grandmom. When Thou, Passes Through the water. ;; when thou passes through the waters deep the waves may be and cold, but Jehovah is our refuge And His promise is our hold; for the Lord Himself had said it, He the faithful God and true; When thou comes to the waters thou shall not go down, but through. Seas of sorrows, seas of trial, bitterest anguish, fiercest pain, rolling surges of temptatoin sweeping over heart and brain- they shall never overflow us For we know His word is true; All His waves and all of His billows He will lead us safely through. T hreatening breakers of destruction, Doubt's insidious undertow, shall not sink us, shall not drags us out to ocean depths of woe; For His promise shall sustain us, praise the Lord whose Word is true! We shall not go down, or under, For He Said 'Thou passes Through. Annie Johnson Flint. May your heart find some comfort in the Lord, of Peace Love, and Mercy, be bless!
2007-12-05 07:04:37
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answered by Rosalinda 7
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http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1705.html
"Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep
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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there -- I do not die.
-- Mary Frye"
2007-12-05 05:35:49
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answered by Anonymous
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Perhaps no one has done it better than Donne:
John Donne
"Death be not proud, though some have called thee"
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
2007-12-05 05:32:07
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answered by johnslat 7
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I not know, it sad when we lose someone special.
You may want to browse here;
http://www.poemsforfree.com/deathpo.html
May be able to use a little from a few and add some of your own.
2007-12-05 05:31:01
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