Memorial Poems
Browse through our collection of memorial poems and verses that can be read at funerals or included in memorial service programs in remembrance of a loved one.
I'm Free
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free. I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard him call; I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;I found that place at the close of the day.
If my parting has left a void,then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss; Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow; I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much; Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.
Perhaps my time seems all too brief; Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now, He set me free.
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free. I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard him call; I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;I found that place at the close of the day.
If my parting has left a void,then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss; Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow; I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much; Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.
Perhaps my time seems all too brief; Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now, He set me free.
-- Janice M. Salters
Broken Chain
We little knew that morning that 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 peaceful memories,your love is still our guide,
and though we cannot see you,you are always by 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.
We little knew that morning that 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 peaceful memories,your love is still our guide,
and though we cannot see you,you are always by 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.
-- Ron Tranmer
We Remember Them
At the rising sun and at its going down; We remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter; We remember them.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring; We remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer; We remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn; We remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends; We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us as We remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength; We remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart; We remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make; We remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share; We remember them.
When we have achievements that are based on theirs; We remember them.
For as long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us as, We remember them.
At the rising sun and at its going down; We remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter; We remember them.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring; We remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer; We remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn; We remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends; We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us as We remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength; We remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart; We remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make; We remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share; We remember them.
When we have achievements that are based on theirs; We remember them.
For as long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us as, We remember them.
-- Sylvan Kamens & Rabbi Jack Riemer
May The Road
May the roads rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May the roads rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
-- Irish Blessing
Miss Me - But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room; why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little - but not for long, and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared; Miss me, but let me go.
For this journey that we all must take and each must go alone;
It's all a part of the Master's plan; a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me, but let me go.
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room; why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little - but not for long, and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared; Miss me, but let me go.
For this journey that we all must take and each must go alone;
It's all a part of the Master's plan; a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me, but let me go.
--Edgar Albert Guest
No Night Without
There is no night without a dawning
No winter without a spring
And beyond the dark horizon
Our hearts will once more sing ....
For those who leave us for a while
Have only gone away
Out of a restless, care worn world
Into a brighter day
There is no night without a dawning
No winter without a spring
And beyond the dark horizon
Our hearts will once more sing ....
For those who leave us for a while
Have only gone away
Out of a restless, care worn world
Into a brighter day
-- Helen Steiner Rice
Look For Me In Rainbows
Time for me to go now, I won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, way up in the sky.
In the morning sunrise when all the world is new,
Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.
Time for me to leave you, I won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, high up in the sky.
In the evening sunset, when all the world is through,
Just look for me and love me, and I'll be close to you.
It won't be forever, the day will come and then
My loving arms will hold you, when we meet again.
Time for us to part now, we won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.
Every waking moment, and all your whole life through
Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.
Just wish me to be near you,
And I'll be there with you.
Time for me to go now, I won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, way up in the sky.
In the morning sunrise when all the world is new,
Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.
Time for me to leave you, I won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, high up in the sky.
In the evening sunset, when all the world is through,
Just look for me and love me, and I'll be close to you.
It won't be forever, the day will come and then
My loving arms will hold you, when we meet again.
Time for us to part now, we won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.
Every waking moment, and all your whole life through
Just look for me and love me, as you know I loved you.
Just wish me to be near you,
And I'll be there with you.
-- Vicki Brown
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 diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's 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.
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's 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.
-- Mary Frye
So Go and Run Free
So go and run free with the angels
Dance around the golden clouds
For the Lord has chosen you to be with him
And we should feel nothing but proud
Although he has taken you from us
And our pain a lifetime will last
Your memory will never escape us
But make us glad for the time we did have
Your face will always be hidden
Deep inside our hearts
Each precious moment you gave us
Shall never, ever depart
So go and run free with the angels
As they sing so tenderly
And please be sure to tell them
To take good care of you for me
So go and run free with the angels
Dance around the golden clouds
For the Lord has chosen you to be with him
And we should feel nothing but proud
Although he has taken you from us
And our pain a lifetime will last
Your memory will never escape us
But make us glad for the time we did have
Your face will always be hidden
Deep inside our hearts
Each precious moment you gave us
Shall never, ever depart
So go and run free with the angels
As they sing so tenderly
And please be sure to tell them
To take good care of you for me
-- Author Unknown
Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere.Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere.Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
- Henry Scott Holland
Memories Build A Special Bridge
Our memories build a special bridge when loved ones have to part
to help us feel we're with them still and sooth a grieving heart.
Our memories span the years we shared, preserving ties that bind,
They build a special bridge of love and bring us peace of mind.
Our memories build a special bridge when loved ones have to part
to help us feel we're with them still and sooth a grieving heart.
Our memories span the years we shared, preserving ties that bind,
They build a special bridge of love and bring us peace of mind.
- Emily Matthews
Twenty-Third Psalm
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the
paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for
Thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they
comfort me. Thou preparest a table before
me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou
anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth
over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow
me all the days of my life: and I shall dwell
in the house of the Lord forever.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the
paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for
Thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they
comfort me. Thou preparest a table before
me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou
anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth
over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow
me all the days of my life: and I shall dwell
in the house of the Lord forever.
Mother's Hands
Hands that rocked the cradle from the moment of my birth,
Their tender touch remembered by those still on this earth.
Soft as silk those hands that taught me how to pray,
Banishing childhood fears; They soothed each one away.
When I grew much older and troubles came my way,
Those hands caressing mine did more than words could say.
Mother's hands were gentle, they're missed so very much,
I'd give the world to feel once more their warm and tender touch.
Those hands were full of comfort, now they lie at rest,
But memory holds them close to the ones they served the best.
Hands that rocked the cradle from the moment of my birth,
Their tender touch remembered by those still on this earth.
Soft as silk those hands that taught me how to pray,
Banishing childhood fears; They soothed each one away.
When I grew much older and troubles came my way,
Those hands caressing mine did more than words could say.
Mother's hands were gentle, they're missed so very much,
I'd give the world to feel once more their warm and tender touch.
Those hands were full of comfort, now they lie at rest,
But memory holds them close to the ones they served the best.
-- ©2002 Marian Jones
If You Could See Me Now
If you could see me now, you wouldn't shed a tear.
Though you may not understand why I'm no longer here.
Remember my spirit, that's the real me.
I'm still very much alive, oh, if you could only see!
I've beheld our Father's face. I've touched my Savior's hand.
The angels all rejoiced as I entered the Promised Land.
Beyond the gates of pearl, I walk on golden streets.
I've touched the walls of jasper, dipped my foot in the crystal sea.
The beauty is beyond words, nothing can compare.
I've even seen your mansion; someday I will meet you there.
Allow Jesus to be your guide, His word will show you the way.
So, please, don't cry! We will meet again someday!
If you could see me now, you wouldn't shed a tear.
Though you may not understand why I'm no longer here.
Remember my spirit, that's the real me.
I'm still very much alive, oh, if you could only see!
I've beheld our Father's face. I've touched my Savior's hand.
The angels all rejoiced as I entered the Promised Land.
Beyond the gates of pearl, I walk on golden streets.
I've touched the walls of jasper, dipped my foot in the crystal sea.
The beauty is beyond words, nothing can compare.
I've even seen your mansion; someday I will meet you there.
Allow Jesus to be your guide, His word will show you the way.
So, please, don't cry! We will meet again someday!
-- ©Patsy Stambaugh Deskins