Spiritual Poem about Death

Father Comforts Daughter

I lost my dad at the age of 10 but have always believed that he is still around. I started writing poetry at the age of 17. Most of my poems are spiritually based, especially about angels. I didn't know where my talent for writing poetry came from, but last year I found out that my dad also wrote poems and sent them to local newspapers. It meant a lot to me to know that I had inherited this from him. I am the mother of 2 girls and expecting my first grandchild in early December.

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Seven years ago my dad passed away. My son and him were very close. After he passed, my son would get up in the morning and say I saw grandpa last night. I was always a little skeptical. As...

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Child Of Mine

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Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012 with permission of the Author.

He's walking towards me surrounded by light
I can't believe this miraculous sight
It can't be him, I know he is dead
But as I look towards him, he's shaking his head

I did not die, I am still here
Look into your heart, I've always been near
My body died, yes, but not my soul
You never had to let me go

Speak my name, talk to me
It really is simple if you believe
My spirit is here, I'm still around
My love for you can still be found

Don't weep for me, shed no more tears
Remember the good times over the years
Our time together did not end
One day we'll be together again

Whenever you're lonely or feeling sad
Look back on the wonderful years that we had
One day God will call you and bring you home
You'll be right here with me, where you belong

Until that time comes, live your life well
I will be here for you, if you need my help
Be happy, be gracious, be loving and kind
Please know I'm still with you, child of mine.

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  • Matt D. Cameron by Matt D. Cameron, Kingston, Ontario
  • 5 years ago

Seven years ago my dad passed away. My son and him were very close. After he passed, my son would get up in the morning and say I saw grandpa last night. I was always a little skeptical. As time went on I would often hear him talking and laughing at night. He was 7 or 8 at the time. The conversations were very clear and the topics were only ones that the 2 of them had. To this day I still hear him talking to his grandpa. He's 15 now and I shared that poem with him. His reaction was simple, "He's always here."

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  • Amanda Rogers by Amanda Rogers
  • 6 years ago

I lost my father 6 years ago. Someone sent me this poem. It helped a lot. I still choke up reading this. My friend just lost her father a few weeks ago. I forwarded this to her hoping that it helps her as well.

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  • Zana Brown by Zana Brown
  • 9 years ago

When I was ten years old my brother passed away from carbon monoxide poisoning. He never got mad no matter what I did to annoy him. He was the best big brother that a girl could have. This poem is a lot like what he would say to me.

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  • Theresa Cassidy by Theresa Cassidy Poet
  • 8 years ago

I am so very happy that you found solace in my words. Your brother will always be close to you.
God Bless

  • Pamela Butler by Pamela Butler, PA USA
  • 9 years ago

My son ,Nick (37) collapsed and died on March 12, 2015. This poem spoke to me so strongly. Nick was never sick-he just died. He leaves a wife and 4 children along with his sister and I. He will always be my baby boy!

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  • Dee-Andra Webley by Dee-Andra Webley
  • 12 years ago

I'm 12 years old and I lost my mother to breast cancer at 7. She was like my conjoined twin we never parted and being brought up in a Christian home I foolishly thought God would not let her die. For months she was transferred from hospital to another until my aunt told the doctors she would take care of her at home. I stayed with her at my aunt's, she went back to the hospital and was on life support, because of my age I was not allowed to see her in the hospital, but on the eighth of December I was allowed to see her. When I saw her my father told me she could hear me but could not respond and hearing that I cried the whole time and the next day she was gone and I can't help but think that maybe if I had talked and gave her hope she would be here today and I really wish I had said goodbye. Through this all I got baptized and now I tell my story to other's who need some inspiration and I hope you realize that god does everything for a reason you just have to find it god bless you.

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