Hi. My grandmother died yesterday morning and my mother would like me, as her oldest grand-daughter to read a poem at her funeral. My mum had a poem but can’t find it now so if anyone can help. Unfortunately she does not know the title but it is about a mother, grandmother and what she meant to the family. That is about all I know at the moment and would greatly appreciate any help.

Ali

So sorry to hear about the death of your grandmother – you must be devastated.

You have not provided a lot to go on – but here is one possibility – The Poem "What is a Grandmother" – you can find it on the following link

http://www.ssccwebcreations.com/whatisagrandmother.htm

[QUOTE=Ali]Hi. My grandmother died yesterday morning and my mother would like me, as her oldest grand-daughter to read a poem at her funeral. My mum had a poem but can’t find it now so if anyone can help. Unfortunately she does not know the title but it is about a mother, grandmother and what she meant to the family. That is about all I know at the moment and would greatly appreciate any help.[/QUOTE]
Mom Lived Her Life for Love of Friends and Family

Mom lived her life for love of friends and family,
Neither asking for nor wanting a return.
Her days became a sunlit homily,
With others’ joy her joy and main concern.
When we were ill, she also became sick;
When we were cut, she, too, began to bleed.
Of our oil lamp she was the wick,
Drawing her bright flame from our need.
Some say that such behaviour’s out of date:
That self-fulfilment is the way to grace.
But Mom, without much choice, then chose her fate,
Finding greater truth in an embrace.
She lives on in the sparkle in our eyes:
Laughing, quiet, gentle, loving, wise.
Hope this helps fred.booth@btinternet.com

There is also another good discussion going with lots of Funeral Poems at
http://www.presentationhelper.co.uk/Forum/showthread.php?t=3

There is also some advice on how to structure a Funeral Speech at http://www.presentationhelper.co.uk/funeral.htm

hi my mother died a few weeks ago and i have to read a poem to aswell as a speach i would recomend these …



Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.
They say I should move on, but tell me, where?
Where such love as I have shared with you,
Such sweetness from such joy so many years?
There has to be some room for storing sorrow,
Some place to keep one’s undivided pain,
Where past can still be present, though in shadow,
And I can hold you in my arms again.
Ah, darling! We will be together always,
Though you are dead, and I must live alone.
Time is nothing but an open window
To things more real, which you and I have known.
When we were married, we became one flesh;
So now in me you’ll not return to dust.

Recently I dreamed I talked to you.

Recently I dreamed I talked to you.
You were in the desert, and you said
That I would never want for love, for you
Would love me now until the end of time.
I cannot think that you are wholly gone,
That one day you could simply be no more,
And it should come about that your bright soul
Would vanish like a rainbow in the darkness.
For me it is as if you were away,
Somewhere on a very long vacation.
And though I know you’re dead, you do not seem
To be beyond the boundaries of my love.
Our souls do not abide in days or hours
But in a love that never, never ends.
You will be with me till life is over,
Then I with you somewhere beyond the stars.
To say goodbye’s impossible forever,
To say goodbye’s impossible forever,
And yet we must too soon exchange goodbyes.
No magnitude of love when someone dies
Can manage the immensity of never.
Yet even death cannot our friendship sever
Though you may rest somewhere beyond our sighs
And all the talk of afterlife be lies.
Eternity is our brief glimpse of ever.
Even as each breeze must alter time
And each unruly rock reshape the sea,
So love lasts beyond our consciousness.
Each pulse of life’s a piece of the sublime,
A breath so full of grace it cannot be,
A wave that ripples endlessly through darkness.


You were my mother and my friend,

You were my mother and my friend,
Which was unusual.
Somehow our characters still blend:
Your wisdom and my will.
I turned, and you were there for me;
I spoke, you understood.
I felt cared for, but also free;
You loved, and I was good.
I’m fortunate that I was born
To someone just like you;
I love you still. Though you are gone,
You live in what I do.

take care xxxx