Welcome to this heartfelt collection of funeral poems for a cherished mother. Each poem reflects on the profound bond, the loss felt, and the irreplaceable warmth that only a mother can provide.
Whispers of Her Love
A gentle reflection on the silent, ever-present love of a mother. Though she has passed, her caring whispers remain with us, echoing in the quiet moments of our lives.
In the hush of dawn's embrace,
Where shadows dance and mingle,
There lies the tender trace,
Of your love, forever single.
Through the day's unyielding march,
Your warmth around me curls,
Guiding amidst life's arch,
A lighthouse in this world.
As twilight paints the sky,
With strokes of your caress,
Memories of you lie,
Under stars that spell out 'bless'.
In each silent, sacred space,
I hear your love declare,
Time cannot erase,
The bond we'll always share.
Unseen Threads
Though unseen, the threads of a mother's influence weave through our beings, undiminished by her passing. This poem honours the invisible yet enduring impact of her love and teachings.
Her hands once wove the fabric,
Of our lives so seamlessly,
Each thread a shared relic,
Binding us ceaselessly.
The patterns formed and held,
Life's tapestry unfurled,
In every thread, she dwelt,
Embroidering our world.
Now beyond our sight and touch,
Her craft continues still,
In love that means so much,
Imbuing us with her will.
Though she's veiled in shadow's thrall,
Her essence weaves through time,
A mother's love won't pall,
In us, it always climbs.
Eternal Garden
In this poem, we remember a mother's love, which, like a beautiful and enduring garden, continues to bloom within us, despite her physical absence.
She cultivated beauty,
In the garden of her soul,
Where flowers bloom with duty,
And her legacy strolls.
Each petal, a lesson,
From her life lived pure and true,
A heritage that's blessin',
With a scent that morning drew.
Though her hands rest in peace,
Her blossoms still arise,
For in us, she'll never cease,
Her spirit never dies.
As seasons change, we find,
Her touch in every bloom,
An eternal garden signed,
With love that fills all room.
Where Her Echoes Roam
This poem reflects on the ways a mother's influence lives on in familiar spaces and within our own actions, resonating with the echoes of her enduring presence.
In quiet rooms where laughter rang,
Her echoes roam unfettered,
Each corner holds a song she sang,
By warm memories lettered.
The wisdom that she provided,
In action now takes form,
Her teachings, deeply embedded,
Within the heart's quiet storm.
With every step we nurture,
The values she held dear,
We see her in our future,
Guidance that draws us near.
Her life, a lasting sermon,
Within us, gently roams,
Under the infinite diurnal,
In her echoes, we find home.
Solace in the Stars
As we look up at night, we find solace in the stars, each one a reminder of a mother's love, a glimmering memory that outshines the dark.
The stars tonight, they glitter,
Like your eyes once did with life,
In their light, I see you flitter,
Above worldly strife.
Your laughter echoes in the glow,
That from the heavens spills,
Your presence feels so close,
Above the earthly ills.
With each twinkle in the expanse,
Your love, it shines anew,
In cosmic dance, you entrance,
And I feel less askew.
So when sorrow holds my heart,
And tears start to amass,
I'll look up where you impart,
Solace in the stars' mass.
Vigil of Hearts
We stand vigil with our hearts, honoring a mother who filled our lives with endless love, and even in absence, her light guides us ever still.
The candlelight flickers soft,
Like the gentleness of your ways,
Though you've journeyed aloft,
Your luminescence stays.
We stand in hearts a vigil,
For the love that fed our souls,
Bound by ties invisible,
Your memory consoles.
Your essence, a beacon mild,
Guides us through darkest night,
In each tear, I find your smile,
Turning sorrow into light.
And so we gather close,
United by your name,
In love, your presence we enclose,
Ever burning like a flame.
Whispers on the Wind
Even as the wind carries away her words, it also brings back whispers of a mother's advice and comfort, lingering in the air we breathe.
The willow sways, heavy-hearted,
Brushing tears across the sky,
Her whispered wisdom thus imparted,
On the breezes sailing by.
Words once spoken, soft and kind,
Now carried on the wind's back,
In rustling leaves, your voice I find,
And sense no trace of lack.
Each whisper wraps me in embrace,
A mother's touch through time,
A gentle gust, your love's trace,
In every chime a rhyme.
Though taken to the skies you were,
Your counsel winds still send,
With every breeze, I feel you stir,
Whispers on the wind.
Legacy of Moments
A celebration of a mother's life through the cherished moments we carry forward, weaving her presence into the continuity of our existence.
Moments etched in heart and mind,
A treasury of the mundane,
Each laugh, each tear we find,
A link in life's unending chain.
Your legacy lies not in grand,
But in the daily bread of life,
Each tiny act, each gentle hand,
Subduing turmoil, quelling strife.
We carry on your every deed,
For in us, you live on,
Seeding in our soul the seed,
Of light before the dawn.
Your presence, not in urn or grave,
But in every moment's layer,
You're with us, brave and brave,
In love, immeasurably rare.
