Grief Poems

Is death the end of thee wonderful child?
She wasn't riding but just about ten miles.
Rough winds and rain of course made their way dark.
For Kim and Jenn didn't recognize a spark.

Was the crash so bad, that no one could speak.
No one was moaning not even a peep.
As every hair was matted with all the blood shed.
Then the Coroner rushed out to pronouce them dead.

Their eyes and voices raged heaven's true game.
And the boyfriend's puppy too young to tame.
Not known at the time was that a volunteer
Didn't even know it was his sister lying there.

For as long as we can, we all will strive.
And don't ever let friends Drink and Drive.

Copyright © 2002 Brandy Rodgers. All rights reserved.

It seems like only yesterday
I rocked you on my knee,
With dreams about the future and
What you were going to be.

You were so bright and happy
Such a precious little boy,
You gave your love to everyone
And filled our hearts with joy.

Strangers would admire you
And stop to say hello,
"He'll break a lot of hearts," they said,
"In twenty years or so."

But less than twenty years from then,
What they said came true,
As we were forced against our will
To say goodbye to you.

A life so short and unfulfilled,
With so much left to go,
"Why, oh why?" we ask ourselves,
When we all loved you so.

Life shows us many options,
But whichever path we take
The destination's still the same
Whatever choice we make.

So many questions flood our minds,
"What if, and Why and How?"
If we had done things differently,
Would you still be with us now?

I don't know what the lesson was
That you were sent here to learn,
But now your purpose is fulfilled
It's time for you to return.

When I hear the phone ring
I expect to hear you say,
"Alright Mum? What're you doing,
Can I come 'round today?

But you don't need to ask now,
You're with us every day,
Within our hearts, our minds, our souls,
Your memory will stay.

No fear, no pain or sorrow,
Can touch you anymore
But the love you've left behind,
Will live with us forever more.

Copyright © 2002 Jan Andersen. All righs reserved.

About the Author: Jan Andersen is a British freelance writer and mother of four children, including one angel. Jan also owns and runs Mothers Over 40, an inspirational and encouraging website for older parents.

i know it's hard when you can't see his face
but don't you worry, he's in a better place
i know you miss him, he misses you too
but you have to move on, it's what you have to do
tell yourself you'll be alright and a prayer for him at night
he'll always be there looking over you
even when you're sad or blue
i promise you, you'll be okay, just think about another day
a day when you will be with him and the world will not be quite so dim.

Copyright © 2002 Sam. All rights reserved.

The heavy smell smacked me
As I walked into the small house
Yellowed walls and faded furniture
Crowded the tiny room.

Sitting on the couch
Was a tiny withered man
Worn by age and ready
To move on.

The wrinkles on his face
Framed his dark brown eyes
Each wrinkle earned and
Each with its own story.

Tired limbs hung
From this antique burdened body
Once part of a whole
Now only a fraction of what was.

Health seemed to fade in
And out of the room
Yearning for both comfort
And for life.

I left not knowing
Which would conquer
Realizing what I have
Left to spend.

About the author: I am a Senior at Robert Morris University in Pittsburgh, PA.  I wrote this poem about a man I took care of, I work as a care giver, never knowing if my patients will live from day to day.