It’s Strange

A short funeral poem about not taking loved ones for granted and being thankful for their presence in your life.

It’s strange we don’t appreciate
The things we see each day
We never know their value
Till they’re cruelly snatched away
Things I took for granted then
Her voice, her smile, her touch
I always knew I loved her
But I never knew how much

My Aunt

I thought I saw her face today In the sparkle of the morning sun. And then I heard the angel say, “Her work on earth

Afterglow

A short funeral poem by Helen Lowrie Marshall about happy memories living on after a loved one has gone.

Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?

A short funeral verse about celebrating a loved one’s life and remembering the good that they did during their time on earth.

A Prayer For Mama

My dear sweet heavenly father, I come to you today with faith and hope; I ask, send an angel Mama’s way. I know her time

It’s Strange

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