mine isnt so much a poem .. more a phrase. (for my grandad)

'We never asked for miracles, but today just one would do, to see the front door open, and our Grandad walk through'

but you could put yours like ..

'We never asked for miracles, but today just one would do, to see the front door open, and our baby come right through'

It is difficult to know what to say at any funeral, but it is particularly difficult to celebrate a life that is very short. There are few events to look back on, and little to celebrate.

Hope this funeral poem will enable those that mourn
to look back at the joy so fleetingly enjoyed.

Funeral Poem : Potential Gone

The future that I thought was bright,
now all looks dark without your light.
Potential gone; I cannot see
a future now for you, or me.

And yet; although your time was short,
and you didn't have the life you ought,
you brought me joy beyond compare
to counter now my dark despair.

You brought me hope for nine months long.
You placed within my heart a song.
A longer life was not to be.
So now, with prayers we set you free.

O God, please take this little life,
that won't now see a world of strife.
Surround your child with all your love,
and take him to your home above.

Dick Underwood 2008

It's always difficult to know what to say during the funeral of a child, but it's doubly difficult if that child is disabled. In the following poem for a disabled child or young adult,
'He' can be changed to 'She', 'Brother' can be changed to 'Sister' , and 'Another Child' in the last verse can be changed to 'Other Children' as required.

Funeral Poem : Not Quite Right

He arrived, "not quite finished off",
as his brother said one night,
and, "I bet God's feeling awfully sad
that he didn't get him right."

Yet how he laughed and won our love,
though some showed a stunned surprise.
Turning away, afraid to look
or even meet eyes.

But oh! He taught us all so much;
his brother how to care,
tenderness bonded the family;
it grew from our despair.

And when he died at just ... years,
his brother comforted me,
with, "I expect God wants to put him right,"
but we missed him dreadfully.

And now I have another child,
perfect in every way;
I know I've seen that smile before,
and this time, it's here to stay.

E. B. Foster