Birthdays Do Not End with Death
Birthdays do not end with death,
But last as long as love,
A maelstrom of memories
That grace and honor move.
And so we celebrate your day
By visiting your grave,
A place that you have left long since,
But is all that we have.
Dear spirit, come and join us here,
Your loved ones by your stone!
Come sweep across the barrier
To claim us as your own!
Happy birthday, dearest one!
Oh, happy, happy day!
Not even the most bitter night
Can take this joy away!
Author Unknown
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Putting Our Toys Away
Thank you for fighting to save me,
thank you for letting me go.
I tried so hard to stay and when
at last I had to leave your arms
I didn't know you'd cry so much,
for such a little friend.
I saw you put our toys away.
Don't you want to play
with the ball or the squeaky bone?
Maybe it wouldn't be as fun
to play with them alone.
That place you made in the yard
is nice, with flowers and a teddy bear.
I'll try to get my teeth on that
and drag it laughing through the air.
I watched you find a photo of me
and put it on the fridge.
I will remember your face as well,
and I'll meet you at the bridge.
by Kyle Kimberlin
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My Dear Friend
A friend is someone
who listens and cares,
a friend is someone
who's always there.
A friend brings happiness
that can warm and mend.
I'm glad that I can
call you a friend.
A lot of people have
entered my life,
but one thing remains true...
I've never met a single soul
who has touched my heart like you.
Thank you for being a friend.
Bobette Bryan, 2000
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Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little — but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared.
Miss me — but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the Master plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me — but let me go.
— Author Unknown
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His Journey Has Just Begun
Don't think of him as gone away,
his journey has just begun.
Life holds so many facets,
this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting,
from the sorrows and the tears.
In a place of warmth and comfort,
where there is no pain and fear.
Think how he must be wishing,
that we could know today.
How nothing but our sadness,
can really pass away.
And think of him as living,
in the hearts of those he touched.
For nothing loved is ever lost,
and he was loved so very much.
Author:
Ellen Brenneman
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Your Gentle Face and Patient Smile
Your gental face and patient smile
With sadness we recall
You had a kindly thought for each
And died beloved by all.
The voice is mute and stilled the heart
That loved us well and true,
Ah, bitter was the trial to part
from one so good as you.
You are not forgotten loved one
Nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.
We miss you now, our hearts are sore,
As time goes by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your gental face,
No one can fill your vacant place.
Author Unknown
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