Funerals can truly be augmented by a poem that is apt and fitting for the person you have just lost. The following list of funeral poems about husbands are about the very special men in our lives and the love we had for them.
I’ll Miss You
Author Unknown
I’ll miss you tomorrow
When the toothpaste cap is on;
I’ll miss you tomorrow
When I must unlock the front door;
I’ll miss you tomorrow
When mine is the only reflection in the mirror;
But I will celebrate today
The memories of you.
My Lost Love
by Anne Spiller
I have only just lost you; the pain is hard to bear.
Do I have to go through life knowing you’re not there?
Please, someone explain to me why he had to go.
Are there any reasons, I really need to know?
I sit here and remember all the lovely times we shared,
the talks, the laughter, of everyone you cared.
I am told the pain will ease in time
and I will think of him without a tear,
but that will be impossible as I need to have him here.
He was my very world, my ever-guiding star.
Just kiss me softly on the cheek and tell me where you are.
Should You Go First
by Albert Rowswell
Should you go first and I remain to walk the road alone
I’ll live in memory’s garden dear with happy days we’ve known
In spring I’ll wait for roses red when fades the lilacs blue
And in early fall when brown leaves call I’ll catch a glimpse of you
Should you go first and I remain for battles to be fought
Each thing you’ve touched along the way will be a hallowed spot
I’ll hear your voice I’ll see your smile though blindly I may grope
The memory of your helping hand will buoy me on with hope
Beyond the sunset oh blissful morning when with our Saviour heaven is begun
Earth’s toiling ended oh glorious dawning beyond the sunset when day is done.
Should you go first and I remain to finish with the scroll
No less than shadows shall ever creep in to make this life seem droll
We’ve known so much of happiness we’ve had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of God that death cannot destroy
I want to know each step you take that I may walk the same
For someday down that lonely road you’ll hear me call your name
Should you go first and I remain one thing I’ll have you do
Walk slowly down that long long path for soon I’ll follow you
In that fair homeland we’ll know no parting
beyond the sunset for evermore.
Time Does Not Bring Relief
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
To Fill Her Heart With Hope
by Sarah B. Blackstone
She got up this morning,
sun shining through the blind.
She took a look in the mirror,
and something crossed her mind.
You weren’t there to see her wake.
She didn’t see your smile,
for when she does, she feels like
her days are all worthwhile.
She went into work today,
kids running through the halls.
She looked at plans for tomorrow
and is sad when nobody calls.
She got in her car to go home today.
On the radio she heard a song;
it reminded her of you
and how hurtful it is you’re gone.
She went out with a friend tonight,
smiled and wore a brave face,
for all she really wants in life
is to have you in this place.
She gets a daunting feeling,
one that won’t disappear.
What’s the point in all of this?
What’s the point when you’re not here?
She went to sleep that night,
tried to prepare for the days ahead.
If she looks real careful,
you’re there on your side of the bed.
Stroke her hair and tell her
that no matter what life throws,
you have a love like no other;
in death it continues to grow.
She got up this morning,
sun shining through the blind.
She took a look in the mirror,
and something crossed her mind.
You were there to see her wake,
and she could see your smile,
and when she did, she realised
you’re only absent for a while.
She closes her eyes and in the dark,
she knows she’ll see you again.
The only thing that troubles her
is not being able to say when.
For now, she must be patient,
and one day her time will come,
and you’ll be there to take her hand
and safely guide her home.
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All poems featured on this website are free to use during any ceremony, although it is good practice to make sure the author is mentioned, if known. Should you require a celebrant for your ceremony, be it a funeral, a wedding, a naming ceremony or something else, feel free to get in touch. I am a double award-nominated Family and Funeral Celebrant covering the entire UK, and would be happy to help you commemorate in a meaningful and personal way.
