Celebration of Life Poems

Celebration of Life Poems

Remember Only My Best

When I come to the end of my journey
and I travel my last weary mile,

Just forget if you can any frowns,
and remember only my smile.
Forget any dark words spoken,
but remember the good I have done.

Forget that there ever was heartache,
Just remember the laughter and fun.

Forget that I stumbled and blundered
and sometimes fell by the way.
Remember – I fought some hard battles,
and won some, by close of the day.

So do not grieve for my going,
and don’t be sad for a day,
but in Summer just gather some flowers
and come to the place where I lay.

And then in the shade of the evening,
when the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a moment beside me
and remember only my best.


Angel of The Morning…….

Everyone speaks and seeks of silent angels in their midst,
to give us hope, extend our scope, of miracles and bliss.
We listen intently with ears of feather, lightly touched by seasoned weather.
We search for that ultimate light, no difference whether day or night.
Life is a tapestry we are the thread, angel aura left unsaid.
The vision now displayed together, viewing brightly, a golden tether.
I hear the angel call my name, gentle but oh so strong.
I am here she is there, where do we both belong?
Her beautiful energies merge with mine, a soul does dance in endless time.
The most petite hand, fingers of lace.
Trace every worry upon my face.
Then the tears glisten to fall, like a fairy godmother she hears all.
Smiling at my heart so fine, befriending me till the end of rhyme.
Her silhouette merges with mine, eternity beckons no more time.
With outstretched arms, she elevates me.
effortless weight, I am becoming free.
Scented paths, humble laughs, transparent clouds
as they float past.
The aftermath, of all that’s gone before.
As I twirl and twist alongside angel mist
with bated breath, baring no resist.
Eyes open wide soul astride, blinded by that beckoning light.
Swish of noise, rattle of contention.
Confusion reigns, in which dimension?
Heavy head upon my pillow, waking now like weeping willow
As he opens up the blinds, through the window morning shines.,,,,,,,,,,,,

Copyright January 2010 Marie Macintyre-Thomson
(Aka Angel Hamilton)

Back home to me……

The world is sometimes not always how we see it.
Through the vision of our own soul.
When the world moves so fast we miss it.
The mark doth miss the Goal.
When the silver chord does break.
The souls release, its passage takes.
Your family love is all around.
Energy ebbs, faith abounds.
History of life is all that remains.
Lessons you taught, our heart did gain.
The minutes tick around your bed.
Angels visit to protect.
Strength is given to one and all.
As God and love answer your call.
Your loved ones fill the room, you see,
your journeys safe……back home to me……

Copyright January 2010 Marie Macintyre-Thomson
(Aka Angel Hamilton)

Celebration of life……

You were an amazing lady age 92. Hair of white eyes of blue.
The balloons carry messages to your newly departed soul.
The grandchildren upon your linage….with loving hearts so whole.
This is their final goodbye.
A beautiful way to end the day, you were put to rest.
No tears, only smiles and words of pride.
See the spring flowers…..like you, they never died…
Your soul lives on, the balloons they rise…
Heartfelt messages adorn the skies.

A tribute to a wonderful lady in every sense of the word…….

(See Balloon Memorial Picture)

Copyright January 2010 Marie Macintyre-Thomson
(Aka Angel Hamilton)

Poetry and literacy award on Red bubble poetry site. 2009

For all those that have lost a child may you find comfort in these words.

A Child Loaned

“I’ll lend you for a little time
A child of Mine.” He said.
“For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven year
Or twenty-two or three
But will you, till I call him back
Take care of him for Me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you
And should his stay be brief,
You’ll have his lovely memories
As solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay
Since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want the child to learn.
I’ve looked this wide world over
In my search for teacher’s true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes,
I have selected you;
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labour vain
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take him back again?

I fancied that I heard them say,
“Dear Lord, They will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
For the risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness,
We’ll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.”
If anyone wishes to use any of Marie’s verses please ask permission first.