Mother Grandmother Poems

A mother or grandmother's influence in a life can have a big impact on who we are today. Here are a list of our favorite funeral poems especially for this wonderful woman in our life. A great place to display these poems is within our funeral service programs and memorial keepsakes.

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

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

In Memory of You, Mom

You were a precious gift from God above,

so much beauty, grace and love.

You touched our hearts in so many ways,

your smile so bright even on the bad days.

You heard God's whisper calling you home,

you didn't want to go and leave us alone.

You loved us so much, you held on tight,

till all the stregnth was gone and you could no longer fight.

He had called your name twice before,

you knew you couldn't make him wait anymore.

So you gave your hand to God and slowly drifted away,

knowing that with our love we will be together again some day.

You were a precious gift from God above,

so much beauty, grace and love.

You touched our hearts in so many ways,

your smile so bright even on the bad days.

You heard God's whisper calling you home,

you didn't want to go and leave us alone.

You loved us so much, you held on tight,

till all the stregnth was gone and you could no longer fight.

He had called your name twice before,

you knew you couldn't make him wait anymore.

So you gave your hand to God and slowly drifted away,

knowing that with our love we will be together again some day.
–Mary Estelle

The Journey's Just Begun

Her Journey's Just Begun

Don't think of her as gone away,

her journey's just begun,

Life holds so many facets,

this earth is only one,

Just think of her as resting,

from the sorrows and the tears,

In a place of warmth and comfort,

where there are no days or years,

Think how she must be wishing,

that we could know today,

How nothing but our sadness,

can really pass away,

And think of her as living,

in the hearts of those she touched,

For nothing loved is ever lost,

and she was loved so much.

Anon

Her journey's just begun

Don't think of her as gone away,

her journey's just begun,

Life holds so many facets,

this earth is only one,

Just think of her as resting,

from the sorrows and the tears,

In a place of warmth and comfort,

where there are no days or years,

Think how she must be wishing,

that we could know today,

How nothing but our sadness,

can really pass away,

And think of her as living,

in the hearts of those she touched,

For nothing loved is ever lost,

and she was loved so much.

–Anonymous

A Mother's Tribute

Your smiles can brighten any moment,

Your hugs put joy in all my days,

Your love will stay with me forever

And touch my life in precious ways...

The values you've taught,

the care you've given,

and the wonderful love you've shown,

have enriched my life

in more ways than I can count.

Your smiles can brighten any moment,

Your hugs put joy in all my days,

Your love will stay with me forever

And touch my life in precious ways.

The values you have taught,

the care that you have given,

and the wonderful love you have shown,

have enriched my life

in more ways than I can count.

A Mother's Love

A Mother's love is something

that no on can explain,

It is made of deep devotion

and of sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfish

and enduring come what may

For nothing can destroy it

or take that love away . . .

It is patient and forgiving

when all others are forsaking,

And it never fails or falters

even though the heart is breaking . . .

It believes beyond believing

when the world around condemns,

And it glows with all the beauty

of the rarest, brightest gems . . .

It is far beyond defining,

it defies all explanation,

And it still remains a secret

like the mysteries of creation . . .

A many splendoured miracle

man cannot understand

And another wondrous evidence

of God's tender guiding hand.

Helen Steiner Rice

A Mother's love is something

that no on can explain,

It is made of deep devotion

and of sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfish

and enduring come what may

For nothing can destroy it

or take that love away

It is patient and forgiving

when all others are forsaking,

And it never fails or falters

even though the heart is breaking

It believes beyond believing

when the world around condemns,

And it glows with all the beauty

of the rarest, brightest gems

It is far beyond defining,

it defies all explanation,

And it still remains a secret

like the mysteries of creation

A many splendoured miracle

man cannot understand

And another wondrous evidence

of God's tender guiding hand.

–Helen Steiner Rice

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