I never saw your twinkling eyes
Or touched your precious feet.
I never shared a tiny yawn
Or rocked you fast asleep.
I never kissed your tiny hands
Or saw your little smile.
I never held you in my arms,
But I held you for a while.
Although I never saw your face
Or heard your precious laughter,
You’re still my child whom I love
And will forever after.
Although I cannot see you, I feel your presence near. I will hold you close in memory Till I drop my very last tear. So
We miss your face; you were taken too soon. Your beaming smile that lit up the room, Them cheeky dimples and twinkle in your eye.
A moving funeral poem by 19th Century American writer Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, full of beautiful natural imagery.
Funeral poem by famous Victorian poet Alfred Lord Tennyson, about how everything in nature must come to an end.
