Funeral Poems : When I Am Dead Cry For Me A Little

When I am dead, cry for me a little.
Think of me sometimes, but not too much.
It is not good for you to dwell too long.
Think of me now and again as I was in life,
At some moment which is pleasant to recall, but not for long.
Leave me in peace as I shall leave you, too, in peace.

Funeral Poems : Grandad

Grandad, you were just a lad,
So many years ago.
You had your loves and had your dreams,
You watched us come and go.

You watched us make the same mistakes,
That you had made before,
But that just made you hold us tight,
And love us all the more.

We haven’t always thought about
The things that you have seen.
To us you’ve just been ‘Granddad’,
No thought of who you’ve been.

Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
Other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
That during the low periods of my life,
When I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

The Officer's Grave by Henry F Lyte

There is in the lone, lone sea
A spot unmark'd but holy ;
For there the gallant and the free
In his ocean-bed lies lowly.

Down, down, beneath the deep
That oft in triumph bore him.
He sleeps a sound and peaceful sleep
With the wild waves dashing o'er him.

He sleeps ! — he sleeps ! serene and safe
From tempest and from billow.
Where storms that high above him chafe
Scarce rock his peaceful pillow.

LONELY WITHOUT YOU

It’s a lonely period, this time of year,
Now you’ve gone away;
You’ve left me to face it, all alone,
How I wish that you could stay.

I’ll still put the fairy on the tree,
The way you used to do;
But it’s purely out of habit,
…It reminds me, of you.

There’s no one to pull a cracker with,
Over the dinner table;
No point in cooking, just for myself,
Although, I’m perfectly able.