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Grief Poems
They do not go alone
cause when friends go to heaven
part of us goes along.
When friends go to heaven,
our memories here remain
when friends go to heaven,
its our plan to meet again.
When friends go to heaven,
silently our hearts and souls do cry
for when friends go to heaven
there isn't an answer to why.
They never really leave us
they are in are hearts to stay
when our friends go to heaven,
they never really go away.
Article Summary: In memory of friends lost much to early in life.
Bury my head in the sand
til my heart no longer cries
for there’s no pain like the pain you feel
when a loved one dies.
Bury my heart in the ground
til the very last moment in time,
for there’s nothing left inside me to give,
no poems left in me to rhyme.
Bury my soul in the sea
till the waters turn into clay,
for there’s nothing left to hope for now
that my love has gone away.
Bury my hopes and dreams
and my laughter and smiles, too,
for there’s no one left on the face of this earth
that cares if I ever do.
Bury me last but not least
in the grave by my loved one’s side,
and let peace return to this lonesome beast
since my loved one died.
Copyright © 2001 by Ferna Lary. All rights reserved.
In a final moment
when light and sound begin
to wane and fade
I will be there with you.
When with a final sigh
the last breath taken ends
and you relax at last
I will stay beside you.
Those eyes that have borne
so many tears
will cry no more.
I will cry for you.
When softly steals your soul
from your body,
quietly, I will comfort you.
I will be there.
And when the glorious light
that is GOD finds you;
remember, you will always
be part of me.
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 1990 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
A drop of dew on the rose
Outside my window
Greets my morning eyes
With a promise of new beginnings.
Sunlight softly steals a path
Along the floor of my kitchen;
Reminding me that time will pass,
With or without me.
Animals awaken from slumbers
And busy themselves with the day.
People in cars pass by
While life goes on.
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 1992 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
While you were sleeping
angels tiptoed around your bed
and tickled your toes with tiny wings
until you stirred a little.
Once, I thought I saw you smile,
at something an angel said
while whispering secrets
in your ear.
Sometimes, when you sighed,
an angel stroked your hair
until you quieted
and all was well again.
So, rest well, knowing
that while you sleep
angels are watching over you
now and always.
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 1996 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
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