Funeral Poem

Poem About Being Gone But Not Forgotten

I lost my Gran to cancer a few years ago and had to say a few words at her funeral. Cora Dowson was one of a kind, a caring and larger than life character - a blast to be around. It was sad seeing her in so much pain in her final few months, and although I was gutted at her passing, I was glad she wasn't suffering anymore. The words reflect how I think she would want us to remember her... at her best - being the life and soul of the party and not to forget the happy times. Gone but not forgotten!

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Remember Me

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Published: January 2016

Speak of me as you have always done.
Remember the good times, laughter, and fun.

Share the happy memories we've made.
Do not let them wither or fade.

I'll be with you in the summer's sun
And when the winter's chill has come.

I'll be the voice that whispers in the breeze.
I'm peaceful now, put your mind at ease.

I've rested my eyes and gone to sleep,
But memories we've shared are yours to keep.

Sometimes our final days may be a test,
But remember me when I was at my best.

Although things may not be the same,
Don't be afraid to use my name.

Let your sorrow last for just a while.
Comfort each other and try to smile.

I've lived a life filled with joy and fun.
Live on now, make me proud of what you'll become.

more by Anthony Dowson

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  • by Eleshia, St. Petersburg, FL
  • 1 month ago

I love the way you captured your true personality in God.

  • by C. V. Reed
  • 3 months ago

This poem expressed so vividly many of the feelings that I have experienced since losing both my grandparents. Your entry renewed the deep emotions of my heart in the wake of their loss. Thank you for dusting off the love I knew my grandparents had for me. My grandmother did so many of the chores of caring for me and my twin since our mom had MD and was in decline through most of our childhood. "Mamaw" drove us to Mass and school on cold and icy roads, made fantastic blackberry cobblers, and rocked away the pain of childhood bumps and scrapped knees (in her old red vinyl rocking chair. She had such a welcoming smile when she saw me, her blue eyes would bring her warmth and love right into my soul. Papaw would be so kind and careful as he complied and "doctored" my cat, though I knew he really hated cats in general. He'd let us help pick strawberries in his garden, and who could refuse a bite out of a dusty, fresh tomato? Yep, no doubt my grandparents were as special to us as we were to them!

  • by Derek Moore
  • 1 year ago

I would like to publicly acknowledge the use of this lovely poem. Thank you Anthony Dowson, your poem was read out by my daughter Lauren at the funeral service of my wife's mother, Evelyn Tracey Poole on the 7th of June 2016 at Worcester crematorium. Evelyn passed away peacefully at Court House nursing home in Malvern on the 18th of May 2016 aged 96. You could have written this for Evelyn, it was perfect. Thank you again for giving us such a touching poem which gave comfort to all of Evelyn's family and friends.

  • by Susan Green, Devizes Wiltshire
  • 1 year ago

I lost my partner new years eve 2015. It was such a shock to all of the family. He was my world. I really don't know how I am going to cope without him. He came into my life just when I thought nothing ever good would happen again. I had been in an abusive relationship beforehand. My children lost their dad to alcohol abuse. Never in this world did I think they would take to Mal. I should of known. He instantly took them under his wing, bless him, they worshiped him. Then they had to say goodbye to another Dad. Really don't know where I'm going or what I'm going to do now. He was the best . Love you my Angel . Sleep well xxx

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