Planning a funeral for a LO - advice please?

[Chottie]

Can anyone recommend any poems, reading, verses or songs and hymns which are suitable for the funeral of a LO (under a year old)

[magimedi]

Ben Jonson (1573 - 1637)

"IT is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures, life may perfect be."


Hope that helps & for the LO & family.

[ilikemysleep]

The End

It is time for me to go, mother; I am going.
When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch out
your arms for your baby in the bed, I shall say, "Baby is not
here!"-mother, I am going.
I shall become a delicate draught of air and caress you and
I shall be ripples in the water when you bathe, and kiss you and
kiss you again.
In the gusty night when the rain patters on the leaves you
will hear my whisper in your bed, and my laughter will flash with
the lightning through the open window into your room.
If you lie awake, thinking of your baby till late into the
night, I shall sing to you from the stars, "Sleep, mother, sleep."
One the straying moonbeams I shall steal over your bed, and
lie upon your bosom while you sleep.
I shall become a dream, and through the little opening of your
eyelids I shall slip into the depths of your sleep; and when you
wake up and look round startled, like a twinkling firefly I shall
flit out into the darkness.
When, on the great festival of puja, the neighbours' children
come and play about the house, I shall melt into the music of the
flute and throb in your heart all day.
Dear auntie will come with puja-presents and will ask,"Where
is our baby, sister?" Mother, you will tell her softly, "He is in
the pupils of my eyes, he is in my body and in my soul."

Rabindranath Tagore

[MadameSin]

Little Angels…….
When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.

God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.


Little Snowdrop ……
The world may never notice
If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.

But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all eternity.

The little one we longed for
Was swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.

And though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do.
For every beating of our hearts
Says that we love you.

[Spacefrog35]

If I Were Here What Would I Say? - Lorraine Lehman-Jones
Yes it is true that I never got to see all that this world holds. The flowers, the trees, grass - or a bright sunny day. ?Not even the smiling faces of my loving family. ?But in my heart I have seen all of these things, even in my short time.
It is also true that I never got to feel the many things that you take for granted ... ?The heat on my face on a hot summer's day, ?Finger paints and crayons I will never hold in my hands. ?But I did feel the loving arms of my Mummy and Daddy cradling me gently. ?I never got to hear all the sounds that make most hearts sing, ?The laughter of a loved one, or the sweet song of a bird,? Songs on the radio and the words "I love you" are to me a mystery.? But the soft touch of my Mummy and Daddy's hands shouts to me all of this and more. ? I will never know the joy of running through a field of flowers,? Never will I roll down the side of a hill, too dizzy to stand.? Hide and seek, tag and catching ball I will have missed,? But in my mind I will do all of these things and more. ? You all may see it as me missing out on all these things by leaving you so soon,? But where I am going I will do, see and hear everything you do and more.? I will only think of good things - for in my short existence that is all I have known.? So don't cry for me, I will do all that you have wished for me and more. ? One thing I want you to hold on to is that I have not known how to hate, how to feel jealous, or anguish or any of those emotions that can eat away at your soul.? My soul is set free with only one feeling - for in my short time here with you I only knew love.? And that is what I take with me now.