Gone Are The Days | Grief Poems

Gone Are The Days
(Grief Poems)

Gone are the days
we used to share ..
But in our hearts
you’re always there.

The gates of memory
will never close ..
We miss you more
than anyone knows.

With tender love
and deep regret ..
We who love you
will never forget.

Gone is the face
we loved so dear ..
Silent the voice
we loved to hear.

Too far away
for sight or speech ..
But not too far
for love to reach.

Sweet the memories
are so clear ..
In our thoughts
you’re always near.

Memorial Poems | A Message From Heaven

A Message From Heaven
(Memorial Poems)

Perhaps you aren’t ready yet
to have to say good-bye ..
Perhaps you’ve thought of things
you wish you’d said
well, so have I.

For one thing, I’d have told you
not to worry about me ..
I’m with the Lord in Heaven now
you knew that’s where I’d be.

I’m sorry that you’re feeling sad
for I’m so happy now ..
I’ve asked the Lord to ease the hurt
and comfort you somehow.

It’s hard at the beginning
but I know you’ll make it through ..
I hope it helps to know that
I’ll be waiting here for you.

Grief Angel Poems | An Angel With Love

My Angel
(Grief Angel Poems)

I had an Angel here beside me
Sent to earth, to help and guide me.

An Angel always there for me ..
Sent to love and care for me.

She did the things that Angels should ..
She taught me what was bad and good.

She gave me hope when no one cared ..
She held my hand when I was scared.

She cheered me up when I was down ..
She could make a smile from a frown.

She cared for me when I was sick ..
And many another Angel tricks.

Today my Angel earned her wings ..
Her halo, harp and other things.

But today I’m lost and all alone ..
For today God called, my Angel home.

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Grief Poems | My Grief is Like a River

My Grief is Like a River
(Grief Poems)

My grief is like a river
I have to let it flow ..
But I myself determine
Just where the banks will go.

Some days the current takes me
In waves of guilt and pain ..
But there are always quiet pools
Where I can rest again.

I crash on rocks of anger
My faith seems faint indeed ..
But there are other swimmers
Who know that what I need

Are loving hands to hold me
When the waters are too swift ..
And someone kind to listen
When I just seem to drift.

Grief’s river is a process
Of relinquishing the past ..
By swimming in Hope’s channels
I’ll reach the shore at last.