Find comfort in these funeral poems for Grandma. Grandmothers play such an important role in our live, when we lose them it has an impact greater than we realize. We hope that in these poems you see reflections of your Grandma.
Grandma, we miss you each and every day,
Your loving presence is no longer here to stay.
A heart full of warmth you kept very near
Soft hugs, singing songs, and drying of tears.
You passed away so calm and serene,
We love the life you left behind ever so keen.
Though you are gone from here on earth,
In our hearts a place forever yours from birth.
Goodbye, Grandma;
Forever in our hearts we will hold thee dear.
Her smile was comforting, and full of love,
Grandma watched us grow with pride from above.
We laughed, played and shared so many memories,
Blessed to have her life intertwined with ours in eternity.
She brought joy wherever she went, the world brighter when she smiled,
Her wise advice helped form the paths we walked and the choices we made for a while.
Her generosity spread love to family near and far,
Though our tears fill our eyes now Grandma still remains in our heart.
We miss her presence so much no words can explain,
But we take comfort knowing Grandma is not in pain.
Live In Our Hearts
Poet: C. A. Lynch
Grandma, as I bid final farewell to you,
My heart is heavy and sore.
Your generous loving ways
Will be felt evermore.
We had so many memories together,
Laughter and smiles you always embraced;
Your legacy of kindness and grace
Will stay with us always in this place.
Though you are gone here on Earth now,
You will live on in our hearts.
Goodbye sweet Grandma, we must part ways -
We know we will see you in heaven some day.
On The Death Of My Grandmother
Poet: Alfred Tennyson
There on her bier she sleeps!
E'en yet her face its native sweetness keeps.
Ye need not mourn above that faded form;
Her soul defies the ravage of the worm;
Her better half has sought its heavenly rest,
Unstained, unharmed, unfettered, unoppressed;
And far above all worldly pain and woe,
She sees that God she almost saw below.
She trod the path of virtue from her birth,
And finds in heaven what she sought on earth;
She wins the smile of her eternal King,
And sings his praise where kindred angels sing.
Her holy patience, her unshaken faith,
How well they smoothed the rugged path of Death!
She met his dread approach without alarm,
For heaven in prospect makes the spirit calm.
In steadfast trust and Christian virtue strong,
Hope on her brow, and Jesus on her tongue;
Her faith, like Stephen's, softened her distress -
Scarce less her anguish, scarce her patience less!