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Can anyone suggest poems, verses, readings suitable for a teenager 's funeral?

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Stopmithering Tue 10-Jan-17 13:10:18

I'm struggling to find anything suitable by googling.
So wondered if the lovely folk of MN might have some good suggestions.
A poem, verse or reading suitable for a 17 year old boy.
Not my son, but close family member. Want to help if I can.

Phillipa12 Tue 10-Jan-17 13:18:32

Too soon by Mary Yarnall? We had this at my dds funeral, but it may be a little young. Deepest sympathies op, and also to his parents, know that you are not alone in your grief. Xx

Stopmithering Tue 10-Jan-17 13:34:46

Thank you for your help and kind words flowers
The poem is lovely.

bigbluebus Tue 10-Jan-17 15:36:24

I think a lot depends on the circumstances of the death but we had She is Gone at my DDs funeral, which seems to be interchangeable with He is Gone:

Stopmithering Tue 10-Jan-17 16:06:40

You are right bigbluebus, circumstances are something to consider.
There was no long term illness, more a sudden death.
So a lot of poems I have read aren't that suitable.
Thank you and flowers
I'm always in awe of bereaved parents.

Stopmithering Tue 10-Jan-17 19:38:44

Shameless bump for the evening crowd.
Any more suggestions would be really appreciated.

missmeg3leg Wed 11-Jan-17 20:25:41

Sorry for your loss

Not age specific but I do love
"Life" By Charlotte Bronte (read at my mum's funeral)

LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?

Rapidly, merrily,
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly!

What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!

GinghamChicken Thu 12-Jan-17 21:02:36

I'm so sorry for your loss.
This was a reading from a dear friend's funeral.

"It isn't fair", the children cry when at their play;
"It isn't fair", we cry throughout our lives;
It isn't fair that one so vibrant is no more.
Yet, even as we squarely face the cruel unfairness of it all
We know we have to find a way
To live the unfair life, and live it well.

SueGeneris Thu 12-Jan-17 21:08:42

My friend died suddenly. Her best friend read AA Milne's Spring Morning at her funeral. It's not about death as such but has beautiful imagery:

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Isadora2007 Thu 12-Jan-17 21:13:32

Classic but fitting.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Isadora2007 Thu 12-Jan-17 21:13:56

DS asks what bands he liked as he (DS 19) would like lyrics.

imsorryiasked Thu 12-Jan-17 21:23:30

So go and run free

So go and run free with the angels
Dance around the golden clouds
For the lord has chosen you to be with him
And we should feel nothing but proud
Although he has taken you from us
And our pain a lifetime will last
Your memory will never escape us
But make us glad for the time we did have
Your face will always be hidden
Deep inside our hearts
Each precious moment you gave us
Shall never, ever depart
So go and run free with the angels
As they sing so tenderly
And please be sure to tell them
To take good care of you for me

Author unknown

imsorryiasked Thu 12-Jan-17 21:25:40

Don’t Cry for me

Don't cry for me now I have died, for I'm still here I'm by your side,
My body's gone but my soul's is here, please don't shed another tear,
I am still here I'm all around, only my body lies in the ground.
I am the snowflake that kisses your nose,
I am the frost, that nips your toes.
I am the sun ,bringing you light,
I am the star, shining so bright.
I am the rain, refreshing the earth,
I am the laughter, I am the mirth.
I am the bird, up in the sky,
I am the cloud, that's drifting by.
I am the thoughts, inside your head,
While I'm still there, I can't be dead.

Author unknown.

imsorryiasked Thu 12-Jan-17 21:28:21

I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

Unknown author

imsorryiasked Thu 12-Jan-17 21:30:09

Feel no guilt in laughter, he’d know how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share.
You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.
He’d hope that you could carry on the way you always do.
So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,
The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.
Let memories surround you, a word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day,
That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here,
And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.
For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart
And he will live forever locked safely within your heart.

Unknown author

MyGastIsFlabbered Thu 12-Jan-17 21:35:44

This is one of my favourites (if that's the right word)

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

albertcampionscat Thu 12-Jan-17 21:39:28

AE Housman?


The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before the echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.

Stopmithering Thu 12-Jan-17 22:22:43

Thank you all so much, I've been at work and only just got back the the thread.
It's all so hard, but these ideas give me something to suggest and hopefully be of some help.
Thanks. flowers

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