If I could write a story,
It would be the greatest ever told
Of a kind and loving father
Who had a heart of gold.
I could write a million pages
But still be unable to say just how
Much I love and miss him
Every single day.
I will remember all he taught me.
I’m hurt but won’t be sad,
Because he’ll send me down the answers,
And he’ll always be my dad.
This uplifting poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson, probably the most famous poet laureate of the UK, is a sanguine vision of death. The narrator urges
My Basket of burdens Is filled with the grief of my loss It is so heavy to carry Although this road I must cross. This
Remember all those happy days, those times she called our own In all those well-loved places where you now grieve alone. And those small endearing
A short funeral verse about keeping love alive in your heart as a way of remembering special people who are gone.
