Eulogy Poem
Eulogy Poem – Funeral Poems
Now that you are gone
Now that you are gone
I regret that with my tender eye:
I didn’t embrace your gentle smile
But I just let it pass me by
Now that you are gone
I wish that when you hugged me,
I filled my lungs with your sweet scent
Instead of moaning awfully
Now that you are gone
I wish that your love I didn’t slaughter
Because you treated me so well
As a friend and a granddaughter
Now that you are gone
I know how much time we did spend
And I understand that every beginning
Must always have an end
© 2010 Marinela Reka
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This has a melancholy feel to it. Well done.
Oh, it’s so sad.. I can feel the pain..
I have written on the OSI prompt ‘The Passing’… talking about the need to document it..and find that you have documented the passing of a grand parent so well..
God bless! Take care, girl..
This is very gripping. Thanks for sharing it.
All the best, Boonie
Sentiments I can certainly identify with, thanks for sharing.
why only losing do we realize the importance of the person we have lost?
Regrets are very hard to live with.
Now that you are gone – I m all too familiar with this and I wish I weren’t.
Beautiful poem, Marinela. Grandmas have a way of knowing you love them regardless of what a grandchild may regret once they are gone. No regrets just beautiful memory. Once again a very feeling poem.
Great feeling and great sadness in this intense and harmonius poem, Marinela.
Beautiful n sweet. Enjoyed it. Drop by. I hv a new poem. Hope u r doing well.
Deeptesh.
Hello everybody 🙂
Thank you for your supportive comments. They are much appreciated!
Yes it is sad that we notice what we had once it is gone!
I will drop by all of your blogs soon 🙂
Once again thank you so much!
Warmly,
Marinela.
Very touching poem, Marinela. *sigh* reminds me of my relationship with my grandmother and her last days.
Isn’t that the truth–sad to say, we don’t always appreciate someone until they’re gone from our lives…
Touching and reflective.
Gayle ~