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Funeral Poems for Mother | Mom | Grandma

Below is a list of funeral and memorial peoms for Mothers, Moms, and Grandmas that we have collected for you. We hope they will help you celebrate the life of your loved one in a way that is most special to their family and friends.

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  • Child and Mother

    O mother-my-love, if you’ll give me your hand,
    And go where I ask you to wander,
    I will lead you away to a beautiful land,–
    The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.
    We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,
    Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
    And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
    With the fragrance and music of dreaming.

    There’ll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
    No questions or cares to perplex you,
    There’ll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
    Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
    For I’ll rock you away on a silver-dew stream
    And sing you asleep when you’re weary,
    And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
    But you and your own little dearie.

    And when I am tired I’ll nestle my head
    In the bosom that’s soothed me so often,
    And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
    A song which our dreaming shall soften.
    So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
    And away through the starlight we’ll wander,–
    Away through the mist to the beautiful land,–
    The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.

    - Eugene Field

  • Wonderful Mother

    God made a wonderful mother,
    A mother who never grows old;
    He made her smile of the sunshine.
    And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
    In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
    In her cheeks fair roses you see;
    God made a wonderful mother,
    And He gave that dear mother to me.

    - Patrick O’Reilly

  • We Had a Wonderful Grandmother

    We had a wonderful Grandmother,
    One who never really grew old;
    Her smile was made of sunshine,
    And her heart was solid gold;
    Her eyes were as bright as shining stars,
    And in her cheeks fair roses you see.
    We had a wonderful Grandmother,
    And that’s the way it will always be.
    But take heed, because
    She’s still keeping an eye on all of us,
    So let’s make sure
    She will like what she sees.

    - Author Unknown

  • God Saw She

    God saw she was getting tired and a cure was not to be,
    So He put His arms around her and whispered, “Come with Me.”
    With tearful eyes we watched her suffer and saw her fade away,
    Although we loved her dearly we could not make her stay.
    A golden heart stopped beating hard working hands to rest,
    God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best.

  • Mom and Me

    Best friends forever mom and me
    picking flowers and climbing trees.
    a shoulder to cry on secrets to share
    Warm hearts and hands that really care.

    When God thought of mother
    by Henry Ward Beecher
    When God thought of mother,
    He must have laughed with satisfaction,
    and framed it quickly -
    so rich, so deep, so divine,
    so full of soul, power, and beauty,
    was the conception.

    - Author Unknown

  • Mother's are the Sweetest

    Our mother is the sweetest
    Most delicate of all.
    She knows more of paradise
    Than angels can recall.

    She’s not only beautiful
    But passionately young,
    Playful as a kid, yet wise
    As one who has lived long.

    Her love is like the rush of life,
    A bubbling, laughing spring
    That runs through all like liquid light
    And makes the mountains sing.

    And makes the meadows turn to flower
    And trees to choicest fruit.
    She is at once the field and bower
    In which our hearts take root.

    She is at once the sea and shore,
    Our freedom and our past.
    With her we launch our daring ships
    Yet keep the things that last.

    - Nick Gordon

  • Mother to Son

    Well, son, I’ll tell you:
    Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
    It’s had tacks in it,
    And splinters,
    And boards torn up,
    And places with no carpet on the floor
    But all the time
    I’se been a-climbin’ on,
    And reachin’ landin’s,
    And turnin’ corners,
    And sometimes goin’ in the dark
    Where there ain’t been no light.
    So, boy, don’t you turn back.
    Don’t you set down on the steps.
    ‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
    Don’t you fall now
    For I’se still goin’, honey,
    I’se still climbin’,
    And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

  • What is a Mom?

    A mom is one of life’s best gifts,
    Someone to treasure all life through,
    She’s caring and loving,
    Thoughtful and true,
    Someone who is always a special part of your life,
    Someone who holds a prime place in your heart,
    She’s a mentor, a confident and also a friend,
    Someone on whose love you can depend.
    A mom always has your best interests at heart,
    She’s someone so dear and so good,
    She’s a blessing, she’s a gift,
    She’s a treasure like no other,
    She’s someone that is truly wonderful.
    Wherever you go, and whatever you do,
    A mom’s love will always see you through,
    A mom is truly invaluable,
    Indispensable and unforgettable.
    I wouldn’t want anyone but you,
    And that’s why I’m so grateful,
    that life picked you for me.

    - Author Unknown

  • In Memory of My Mother

    I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
    Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
    You walking down a lane among the poplars
    On your way to the station, or happily

    Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday–
    You meet me and you say:
    ‘Don’t forget to see about the cattle–’
    Among your earthiest words the angels stray.

    And I think of you walking along a headland
    Of green oats in June,
    So full of repose, so rich with life–
    And I see us meeting at the end of a town

    On a fair day by accident, after
    The bargains are all made and we can walk
    Together through the shops and stalls and markets
    Free in the oriental streets of thought.

    O you are not lying in the wet clay,
    For it is harvest evening now and we
    Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
    And you smile up at us — eternally.

    - Patrick Kavanagh

  • A Mother's Love

    A Mother’s love is something
    that no on can explain,
    It is made of deep devotion
    and of sacrifice and pain,
    It is endless and unselfish
    and enduring come what may
    For nothing can destroy it
    or take that love away . . .
    It is patient and forgiving
    when all others are forsaking,
    And it never fails or falters
    even though the heart is breaking . . .
    It believes beyond believing
    when the world around condemns,
    And it glows with all the beauty
    of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
    It is far beyond defining,
    it defies all explanation,
    And it still remains a secret
    like the mysteries of creation . . .
    A many splendoured miracle
    man cannot understand
    And another wondrous evidence
    of God’s tender guiding hand.

    - Helen Steiner Rice

  • Your Mother Is Always With You

    Your mother is always with you…

    She’s the whisper of the leaves
    as you walk down the street.

    She’s the smell of bleach in
    your freshly laundered socks.

    She’s the cool hand on your
    brow when you’re not well.

    Your mother lives inside
    your laughter. She’s crystallized
    in every tear drop…

    She’s the place you came from,
    your first home.. She’s the map you
    follow with every step that you take.

    She’s your first love and your first heart
    break….and nothing on earth can separate you.

    Not time, Not space…
    Not even death….
    will ever separate you
    from your mother….
    You carry her inside of you….

    - Author Unknown

  • The Mother

    There will be a singing in your heart,
    There will be a rapture in your eyes;
    You will be a woman set apart,
    You will be so wonderful and wise.
    You will sleep, and when from dreams you start,
    As of one that wakes in Paradise,
    There will be a singing in your heart,
    There will be a rapture in your eyes.
    There will be a moaning in your heart;
    There will be an anguish in your eyes;

    You will see your dearest ones depart,
    You will hear their quivering good-byes.
    Yours will be the heart-ache and the smart,
    Tears that scald and lonely sacrifice;
    There will be a moaning in your heart,
    There will be an anguish in your eyes.

    There will come a glory in your eyes,
    There will come a peace within your heart;
    Sitting ‘neath the quiet evening skies,
    Time will dry the tear and dull the smart.
    You will know that you have played your part;
    Yours shall be the love that never dies:
    You, with Heaven’s peace within your heart,
    You, with God’s own glory in your eyes.

    - Robert Service

  • The Watcher

    She always leaned to watch for us
    Anxious if we were late,
    In winter by the window,

    In summer by the gate.

    And though we mocked her tenderly
    Who had such foolish care,
    The long way home would seem more safe,
    Because she waited there.

    Her thoughts were all so full of us,
    She never could forget,
    And so I think that where she is
    She must be watching yet.

    Waiting ‘til we come home to her
    Anxious if we are late
    Watching from Heaven’s window
    Leaning from Heaven’s gate.

    - Margaret Widdemer

  • My Mother Kept a Garden

    My Mother kept a garden.
    A garden of the heart;
    She planted all the good things,
    That gave my life it’s start.

    She turned me to the sunshine,
    And encouraged me to dream:
    Fostering and nurturing
    The seeds of self-esteem.

    And when the winds and rains came,
    She protected me enough;
    But not too much, she knew I’d need
    To stand up strong and tough.

    Her constant good example,
    Always taught me right from wrong;
    Markers for my pathway
    To last my whole life long.

    I am my Mother’s garden,
    I am her legacy.
    And I hope today she feels the love,
    Reflected back from me.

    -Author Unknown

  • Richer Then Gold

    You may have tangible wealth untold;
    Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
    Richer than I you can never be -
    I had a mother who read to me.

    - Stickland Gillilan

  • The Magic of a Mother's Touch

    There’s magic in a Mother’s touch,
    and sunshine in her smile.
    There’s love in everything she does
    to make our lives worthwhile.
    We can find both hope and courage
    Just by looking in her eyes.
    Her laughter is a source of joy,
    her works are warm and wise.
    There is a kindness and compassion
    to be found in her embrace,
    and we see the light of heaven
    shining from a Mother’s face.

    -Author Unknown

  • She Shall Be Praised

    Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
    Strength and honor are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.

    She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.

    She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth no the bread of idleness.

    Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.

    Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
    Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.

    Give her the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.

    Proverbs 31: 10, 25-31

  • She is Gone

    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 will come back
    Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left

    Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
    Or you can be full of the love that 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 and 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 would want:
    smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

    - David Harkins

  • A Mother's Farwell To Her Children

    When I must leave you
    for a little while,
    Please do not grieve
    and shed wild tears
    And hug your sorrow
    to you through the years,
    But start out bravely
    with a gallant smile;
    And for my sake
    and in my name
    Live on and do
    all things the same,
    Feed not your loneliness
    on empty days,
    But fill each waking hour
    in useful ways,
    Reach out your hand
    in comfort and in cheer
    And I in turn will comfort you
    and hold you near;
    And never, never
    be afraid to die,
    For I am waiting
    for you in the sky!

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