We have hand-picked these poems which are suitable for use at a funeral for a beloved sister. We have many other poems on this site which may also speak to you.
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Before we get to the poems, I want to share with you a beautiful quote about a sister someone sent to me recently:
“The strength of a woman is doubled in a sister”
My Sister of Mercy By Jo Pullan
This poem was written by a dear old school friend of mine on the first anniversary of her sister’s passing. I thought it was so beautiful we would share it here. You can always change the time mentioned in the first line if you want to read it at a funeral.
It’s a year and a moment since the birds announced you had flown In the stillness of night time taking you home. Oh the most precious jewel that outshone any stone Left my heart empty and my spirit so alone. The wheels are still turning a pound for a ride but no one is home here no feeling insideI didn’t know you could live outside yourself so numb within Whilst the whole world sees you still functioningIn the time here without you the point isn’t so clearAs behind each breath taken is yet another tear The smile wears thin as it has to pretend That my soul is willing to endure life to its end.
And oh the hustle and bustle of days still roll along But there are no words spoken in poems and no tunes left in song A space remains empty where your beauty did shine – where like starlights your diamonds danced to the end of our time – for you it came sooner for me I must wait -to see that black hair flowing over heavens gate!
My mentor, protector, sister, soul-mate and friend. I will love you as I did then and will till the end.
Sleep Little Sister by Randal Jarrell
Memories in the Heart – Anon
Feel no guilt in laughter, she knows how much you careFeel no sorrow in a smile that she’s not here to shareYou cannot grieve forever, she would not want you toShe’d hope that you can carry on, the way you always doSo talk about the good times and the ways you showed you caredThe days you spent together, all the happiness you sharedLet memories surround you.
A word someone may sayWill suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a dayThat brings her back as clearly as though she were still hereAnd fills you with the feelings that she is always nearFor if you keep these moments, you will never be apartAnd she will live forever locked safe within your heart.
Should You Go First by A K Rowswell
On The Death Of A Sister by James Grahame (1765 – 1811)
Dear to my soul! ah, early lost!Affection’s arm was weak to save:Now friendship’s pride, and virtue’s boast,Have come to an untimely grave!
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Closed, ever closed, those speaking eyes,Where sweetness beam’d, where candour shone;And silent that heart-thrilling voice,Which music loved, and call’d her own.
That gentle bosom now is cold,Where feeling’s vestal splendours glow’d;And crumbling down to common mould,That heart where love and truth abode.
Yet I behold the smile unfeign’d,Which doubt dispell’d and kindness won;Yet the soft diffidence, that gain’dThe triumph it appear’d to shun.
Delusion all – forbear, my heart;These unavailing throbs restrain,Destruction has perform’d his part,And Death proclaim’d – thy pangs are vain.
Vain though they be, this heart must swellWith grief that time shall ne’er efface;And still with bitter pleasure dwellOn ev’ry virtue, ev’ry grace.
For ever lost – I vainly dream’dThat Heaven my early friend would spare;And, darker as the prospect seem’d,The more I struggled with despair.
I said – yet a presaging tearUnbidden rose, and spoke more true -‘She still shall live – th’ unfolding yearShall banish care, and health renew.
‘She yet shall tread the flow’ry field,And catch the opening rose’s breath:To watchful love disease shall yield,And friendship ward the shaft of death.’
‘Alas! before the violet bloom’d -Before the snows of winter fled;Too certain fate my hopes consumed,For she was number’d with the dead.
She died – deserving to be mourn’d,While parted worth a pang can give.She died – by Heaven’s best gifts adorn’d,While folly, falsehood, baseness, live.
Long in their aseness live secureThe noxious weed and wounding thorn,While, snatch’d by violence, ere mature,The lily from her stem is torn.
Yet who shall blame the heart that feelsWhen Heaven resumes the good it gave?Yet who shall scorn the tear that fallsFrom friendship’s eye at virtue’s grave?
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Friend, parent, sister – tenderest names!May I, as pale at mem’ry’s shrineYe pour the tribute anguish claims,Approach unblamed, and mingle mine.
Long on the joys of vanish’d yearsThe glance of sadness shall ye cast;Long, long th’ emphatic speech of tearsShall mourn thy bloom for ever past.
And thou, who from the orient dayReturn’st with hope’s gay dreams elate,Falsely secure and vainly gay,Unconscious of the stroke of fate.
What waits thee? not th’ approving smileOf faithful love that chases care;Not the fond glance o’er paying toil,But cold and comfortless despair.
Despair! – I see the phantom roveOn Cail’s green banks, no longer bright,And fiercely grasp the torch of love,And plunge it in sepulchral night.
Farewell, sweet maiden; at thy tombMy silent footstep oft shall stray;More dear to me its hallow’d gloom,Than life’s broad glare, and fortune’s day.
And oft, as fancy paints thy bier,And mournful eyes thy lowly bed,The secret sigh shall rise – the tearThat shuns observance shall be shed.
Nor shall the thoughts of thee depart,Nor shall my soul regret resign,Till mem’ry perish, till this heartBe cold and motionless as thine.
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