Grief Poems

I woke up this morning and thought about you,
And wondered how I would do today without seeing you.

I dwell on the negative and what I don’t have,
Instead of the future, to make my heart glad.

I pray to Jehovah to help me to see,
That soon in the future you’ll come back to me.

To not dwell on sad memories that have already past,
But keep busy in his service, so the last days will go fast.

To look forward to the future when you’ll wake up and see,
And wonder for a moment where in the world you could be.

Our home will be waiting, your clothes still all there,
Singing praises to Jehovah we’ll all have a share.

To thank our Dear Father for his wonderful promise,
To see you again, he has bestowed this upon us.

I now focus on the future, and the time near at hand,
And a scripture in the Bible I do understand.

It says we are not tested beyond what we can bare,
We can call on his help because he really does care.

That to test you to the end, was more than you could take,
And his love for you he would never forsake.

What was best for you is what I must remember,
And not dwell on the sad news we got in December.

To focus on the future and seeing you again,
To make sure I’m there and survive till the end.

I love you Dear Mother and soon you will see,
That I did not pass up this opportunity.

To listen to your teaching and find my way,
To a place called Paradise in which we’ll all stay.

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Copyright © 2001 by Sheila M. Sanchez. All rights reserved.

He cared deeply about life
the obituary stated
and friends questioned the writer
why that was said
since the dead had committed suicide.

The writer defended her words by claiming the dead cared
so deeply about life that he found his to be unbearable
haunted by a beast
that left him immobilized in bed
unable to sleep
dreading the possibility of mutilating others
or being mutilated by another.

He cared deeply about life
and wished his depression would disappear
but it didn’t
she explained
never admitting that those words
were written with hopes of eliminating her guilt
for not ending her friend’s misery.

He ended his own misery
and she continues on
the martyr
proclaiming to others
that her friend cared deeply for life,
failing to admit
he may have cared more deeply for death.

The pain has been so awful,
But it's been well worth it.
It's taught me so many things,
And now I know, I can't quit.
Back when my dad died,
All I ever wanted was to die.
I would lie in my bed for hours,
And do nothing but cry.
Many years later,
I have finally moved on.
I'm looking back now,
And happy that he's gone.
No, not happy that my dad died,
Happy from what I've learned.
His death has taught many things,
It's taught me to be concerned.
It's taught me to care for people,
And taught me to be happy.
To live life to the fullest,
To make him proud of me.
His death's showed me many things,
Including right from wrong.
Careful not to hurt anyone,
They might not be here long.
No drugs or alcohol here,
I've learned just what they do.
They hurt your precious body,
And rob your life from you.
I've been taught life is short,
So make sure and have a blast.
Live every day to the fullest,
As if it were your last.
I've been taught so much,
Most importantly, I'm strong.
I've learned that I can handle…
Anything that's going on.
If I made it through his death,
I can make it through anything.
No, I can't do this alone,
Just with God my king.
I look back and realize,
That I never would've made it.
Had God not been right by me,
I would've said, “Just screw it”
Everything I've been through,
Has always taught me a lesson.
I know that God was only helping,
Wanting to help me have fun.
Helping me turn to him,
To forgive me of all my sins.
Helping me trust in him,
To take away my pains.
Your death has taught me lots,
Including to be happy,
To do everything I do,
To make you proud of me.

Copyright © 2001 by Sarah Betzold. All rights reserved.

It is the hardest thing to do...
To be the one to tell your dad that he has just lost his first born son.
It is even harder to witness your dad pass away 45 days after the death of his first born son.
The pain never goes away...and I miss them both.
Dear God, please take the pain from my heart.

Copyright © 2003 Julia Corbiere. All rights reserved.

About the author: I lost my brother in the year 2000, and I lost my dad 45 days after on January 3, 2001. I am seeking ways of healing and found myself writing poems, letters, and dreams of both my dad and brother. This somewhat has helped me through these years.