A poem or song for my beloved BFF

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My BFF has died unexpectedly. We have known each other for 40 years.
she was kind, caring and loved reading.

I would love to have a suitable poem or Reading recommendation for her

I’m so sorry for your loss.

What sort of style do you like? Did your friend have a faith? This one below can be adapted.

Farewell my friend, you're leaving.
It's time for you to go.
Your friendship was a blessing,
And I will miss you so.
We shared so many secrets.
You brightened up my days.
You brought me so much happiness
With your kind and loving ways.
You lifted up my spirits
When I was feeling blue.
No matter what was happening,
You knew just what to do.
We ran between the raindrops
And walked beneath the sun,
Ran barefoot in the summertime,
And oh, we had such fun.
Through all the ups and downs of life
The good times and the sad,
From high school days to golden years,
The best friend I ever had.
God is here to take you home.
Now you and I must part.
I love you, and forever
You will live within my heart.

I don’t have any suggestions but wanted to say I’m very sorry for your loss.

Thank you both. She wasn’t a person of faith but she was a kind, caring, force of nature xxx

http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/elizabeth_jennings/poems/14190

You’ve Just Walked On Ahead of Me
Short funeral verse written by Joyce Grenfell with a message about finding ways to cope with grief carry on after losing a loved one.
You’ve Just Walked On Ahead of Me
And I’ve got to understand
You must release the ones you love
And let go of their hand.
I try and cope the best I can
But I’m missing you so much
If I could only see you
And once more feel your touch.
Yes, you’ve just walked on ahead of me
Don’t worry I’ll be fine
But now and then I swear I feel
Your hand slip into mine.
Or my personal favourite

If I Should Go
This popular funeral poem by Joyce Grenfell is a poignant parting note to family and friends
If I Should Go
If I should go before the rest of you
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone
Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice
But be the usual selves that I have known
Weep if you must
Parting is Hell
But life goes on
So sing as well.

Sorry some line space's disappeared then. Hope you can work out where they each start

youngwritersaward.com.au/the-dash-poem-linda-ellis/

Always loved this. I'm so sorry for your loss x

The Ship

What is dying
I am standing on the seashore, a ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says: "She is gone."
Gone!
Where
Gone from my sight that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone"
there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
"There she comes!"
and that is dying.
Bishop Brent

That is so lovely, EasyPeelers. I've never heard that before but it sums it up so perfectly.

😢 I knew I should never have opened this bloomin thread.

Charlotte's Web by EB White
"'Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.'"

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.

I rather love this one. I read it at a funeral not long ago:

Remember Me by Margaret Mead

To the living, I am gone,To the sorrowful, I will never return,To the angry, I was cheated,But to the happy, I am at peace,And to the faithful, I have never left.I cannot speak, but I can listen.I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea,As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity,Remember me.Remember me in your heart:Your thoughts, and your memories,Of the times we loved,The times we cried,The times we fought,The times we laughed.For if you always think of me, I will never have gone.

It should be in lines. Soz.

Look at Donna Ashworths fb or Instagram page. She writes beautifully.