Funeral Poems for Mom
Mothers have a special role as a mom and wife, She may have lived her life dedicated to her children and husband. Poems can contain verses that pay tribute to a certain aspect about her character or even last days of life. A mother’s love runs deep whether she shows it openly or more discreetly, Here is a collection of funeral poems for Mom that we have selected for your consideration in the funeral program.
The Death-Bed
We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
So silently we seem’d to speak,
So slowly moved about,
As we had lent her half our powers
To eke her living out.
Our very hopes belied our fears,
Our fears our hopes belied–
We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.
For when the morn came dim and sad,
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed–she had
Another morn than ours.
–THOMAS HOOD
Sonnet To My Mother
Most near, most dear, most loved, and most far,
Under the huge window where I often found her
Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter,
Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand,
Irresistible as Rabelais but most tender for
The lame dogs and hurt birds that surround her,
She is a procession no one can follow after
But be like a little dog following a brass band.
She will not glance up at the bomber or condescend
To drop her gin and scuttle to a cellar,
But lean on the mahogany table like a mountain
Whom only faith can move, and so I send
O all her faith and all my love to tell her
That she will move from mourning into morning.
–GEORGE BAKER
She Died in Beauty
She died in beauty – like a rose
Blown from its parent stem;
She died in beauty – like a pearl
Dropped from some diadem.
She died in beauty – like a lay
Along a moonlit lake;
She died in beauty, – like the song
Of birds amid the brake.
She died in beauty – like the snow
On flowers dissolved away;
She died in beauty, – like a star
Lost on the brow of day.
She lives in glory, –like night’s gems
Set round the silver moon;
She lives in glory, –like the sun
–Charles Doyne Sillery
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Mother your life was full of loving deeds,
Forever thoughtful of our special needs,
Today and tomorrow, my whole life through,
I will always love and cherish you
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 words 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.
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.
–Nicholas Gordon
