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Personal Funeral Poems For Dad

If you’re struggling to find the right words to express how you feel over the loss of a family member, funeral poetry might be a great place to start. The best poets describe how many of us feel in stunning and concise ways, allowing us to understand that we are not alone in our loss or sorrow and that there are people who have felt or experienced the same things as we have.

When choosing funeral poetry for a lost father, consider what he meant to you and what a loving father signifies.

They are someone who genuinely loves and supports their kids, spouse, and whole home, and who plays a major role in molding the lives of the children they nurture. Below, we look at some of the finest funeral poems for a father and discuss why they are so popular with readers and mourners alike.


my superhero, my dad   

My dad and I have special Powers

I bet you didn’t know

And when we are together

Our Super Power grow


 I have the gift of flight

To soar and leap and bound

I can hover in the sky

And never touch the ground

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Dear Dad   

I somehow never told you
Told you what you mean
I really never showed you
Now you’re but a dream

It feels as though it were yesterday
You sang and danced with joy
From a child, you loved me true
You gave me every toy

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Happy the Man   

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

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Grumpy grandad   

Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails,

As if they had been dipped in gore,

I’d like to set you lugging pails

And make you scrub the kitchen floor.

I’m old and crotchety of course,

And on this point my patience fails;

I’d sue my old girl for divorce

If she showed up with painted nails.

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All Is Well Death Is Nothing At All   

Death is nothing at all,

I have only slipped into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by my old familiar name,

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used

Put no difference in your tone,

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,

Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,

Just around the corner.

All is well.

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Weep Not For Me Poem   

Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night
Grieve if you will, but not for long
Upon my soul’s sweet flight
I am at peace, my soul’s at rest
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life

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God Saw You Getting Tired poem   

God saw you getting tired,When a cure was not to be.So He wrapped his arms around you,and whispered, “Come to me”.

You didn’t deserve what you went through,So He gave you rest.God’s garden must be beautiful,He only takes the best.

And when I saw you sleeping,So peaceful and free from painI could not wish you backTo suffer that again

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Death Be Not Proud Poem   

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

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A Love Like No Other Poem   

From the time I was born
I guess you would know
Ten perfect fingers
Ten little toes
When you first put your finger in my tiny hand that’s when I first knew
You were my father no one else would do
As I grow older
and reach for the sky
My dad is still there
to keep that twinkle in my eye
When I need someone to hold me
you never say I’m too big
You pick me up and squeeze me
and whisper, “you’re my little friend”
Most other people don’t understand me
or maybe just not as well
That’s why you’re the one I run to
when I have something to tell
I love you Dad
as you can see
I’m so glad
that you’re a part of me

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Only One Mother Poem   

Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.

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The 10 Most popular Poems for a Lost Father

1. Father – By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Even after our fathers have passed away, we keep them in our hearts and minds. Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s poem addresses that idea in an elegant, romantic manner. Even if we are lucky enough to still have excellent dads in our lives right now or can treasure the experiences we’ve saved in our hearts, there is something in this beautiful poetry that virtually everyone can relate to.

“He never made a fortune or a noise

In the world where men are seeking after fame;

But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys

Who loved the very ground on which he trod.

They thought him just a little short of God;

Oh, you should have heard the way they said his name –


There seemed to be a loving little prayer

In their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad.’

Though the man was never heard of anywhere,

As a hero, yet somehow understood

He was doing well his part and making good;

And you knew it, by the way his children had

Of saying ‘Father.’

He gave them neither eminence nor wealth,

But he gave them blood untainted with a vice,

And opulence of undiluted health.

He was honest and unpurchasable and kind;

He was clean in heart, body, and in mind.

So he made them heirs to riches without a price –

This father.

He never preached or scolded; and the rod –

Well, he used it as a turning pole in play.

But he showed the tender sympathy of God.

To his children in their troubles, and their joys.

He was always chum and comrade with his boys,

And his daughters – oh, you ought to hear them say


Now I think of all achievements ‘tis the least

To perpetuate the species; it is done

By the insect and the serpent, and the beast.

But the man who keeps his body, and his thought,

Worth bestowing on an offspring love-begot,

Then the highest earthly glory he was won,

When in pride a grown-up daughter or a son

Says ‘That’s Father.’

2. My Father – By Anita Guindon

This is a biographical poem and it is incredibly personal to the author. However, it explores the idea of a father figure being a role model to their children, regardless of the life they lived or their accomplishments. It’s a charming insight into the life of a working-class father, and how he paved the way for his children to follow in his footsteps.

“He was a jolly little man full of fun and laughter,

He played jokes on his fellow men

And to him, it did not matter.

The education he had not,

But what he learned he never forgot.

He wrote what he knew all about cancer

so that someday, there will be an answer.

He joined the Canadian Medical Corps.

And served in the Second World War.

He risked his life, to save others,

This man, that I call my Father.

Seein’ my Father in me is the title of a song

Which I can relate to as I do see my Father in me.

I have a French accent just like my Father,

I love walking, just like my Father,

I love being with people, just like my father.

But most of all, is my love for children, like my Father.”

3. He is Gone – By David Harkins

David Harkins’ poem was publicly recited aloud at the Queen Mother’s funeral. It invites the reader to reflect on their good fortune in having met the deceased and to concentrate on treasuring the wonderful memories that will last. While this may appear challenging while loss is fresh, over time, this method can bring insight that calms and comforts.

“You can shed tears that he is gone,

or you can smile because he has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that he’ll come back,

or you can open your eyes and see all he’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him,

or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,

or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember him only that he is gone,

or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,

be empty and turn your back.

Or you can do what he’d want:

smile, open your eyes, love, and go on.”

4. Goodbye To My Dad by Debra Marie Stratton-VanBuskirk

This poem is full of hope and optimism, while simultaneously taking a poignant look at how it truly feels to lose a parent. Stratton-VanBuskirk uses personal anecdotes to remind the reader that they are not alone in their sorrow or experiences and that they will be reunited with their fa

“Goodbye Dad, I had to say

A few months ago on a cold winter day

I’ll remember the good times and try not to be sad

But saying goodbye still hurts so bad

I miss you more than I can express

My love for you will never grow less

I keep trying to imagine how I will go on

I realize tomorrow is another dawn

I know you’re in heaven above

Looking down on us with all your love

Only to whisper in our ear

Remember that I’ll never stop loving you dear

I’ll always remember the good times we had

Remember the man, my wonderful Dad

I’ll remember you each and every day

And if I need to talk to you, I’ll just sit down and pray

One day we’ll be together again

To talk about all the places we have been

Until the time I’ll always treasure

Having you for a Dad was such a great pleasure.”

5. Memories of Dad – Author Unknown

Although the author of this poem is unknown, they do a fantastic job of describing the idea of silent grief and how often mourning families will try to hide their sorrow. It reminds the reader that even if you struggle to outwardly convey your feelings and grief, your lost loved ones still know how much you care and can feel how much you ache on the inside.

“We do not need a special day to bring you to our minds.

The days we do not think of you are very hard to find.

Each morning when we awake we know that you are gone.

And no one knows the heartache as we try to carry on.

Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow.

What it meant to lose you no one will ever know.

Our thoughts are always with you, your place no one can fill.

In life we loved you dearly; in death, we love you still.

There will always be a heartache, and often a silent tear.

But always a precious memory of the days when you were here.

If tears would make a staircase, and heartaches make a lane,

We’d walk the path to heaven and bring you home again.

We hold you close within our hearts, and there you will remain,

To walk with us throughout our lives until we meet again.

Our family chain is broken now, and nothing seems the same,

But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.”

6. If by Rudyard Kipling

Kipling takes a rational approach in his work, knowing that existence is full of twists and turns, and that triumph in some areas can lead to problems in others, or that loss might lead to an even better beginning. He is certain that if we stay faithful to ourselves and have a good-natured disposition, we will be capable of making the most of any circumstance and thriving in life. It isn’t about being flawless — hence, according to Kipling, a perfectionist’s attitude to life doesn’t really lead to victory and joy; rather, it’s about having strength and courage and adapting to changing circumstances.

“If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except for the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!”

7. As We Look Back – By an Unknown Author

Although the author of this poem is unknown, it’s a great verse to pay tribute to a lost loved one, particularly a father figure. The author is full of gratitude in this poem and is thanking their lost loved ones for everything they did for them and everything they taught them. 

“As we look back over time

We find ourselves wondering …..

Did we remember to thank you enough

For all, you have done for us?

For all the times you were by our sides

To help and support us …..

To celebrate our successes

To understand our problems

And accept our defeats?

Or for teaching us by your example,

The value of hard work, good judgment,

Courage and integrity?

We wonder if we ever thanked you

For the sacrifices you made.

To let us have the very best?

And for the simple things

Like laughter, smiles, and times we shared?

If we have forgotten to show our

Gratitude enough for all the things you did,

We’re thanking you now.

And we are hoping you knew all along,

How much you meant to us.”

8. Daddy’s Girl – by Jazmyn M. Winder

This poem discusses a young girl’s feelings towards her father on the day of her wedding. Whether he’s still around or not, a girl’s father is an important figure to remember, particularly on a wedding day. The author wrote this poem when she was just sixteen years old, and it has brought comfort to many grieving families since.

“I sit here and daydream of

my future and how it seems

I can picture my wedding day

my dad walking me down the aisle

To meet my fate

I look over at him and see a single


he thinks he’s losing his baby

His biggest fear

but I love him more than ever on this


so I look at him and blow a kiss

His way

He has been there for every single

day of my life

He has been the provider through all

the struggle and strive

I would be lost if he hadn’t shown me

the way

I don’t know that I would have made it

from day to day

I am so very lucky for all he has


Out of all dads, he is the very best one”

9. Come With Me – By Rhonda Braswell

This poem is a touching representation of how difficult it can be to move on after the loss of a loved one. This poem is suitable for Christians, and it includes references to God. While it is not specifically about fathers, it’s very fitting for any funeral service.

“God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be

So He put His arms around you

And whispered ‘Come with Me.’

With tearful eyes

We watched you suffer

And saw you fade away,

Although we loved you dearly

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard-working hands at rest,

God broke our hearts to prove

He only takes the best.

It’s lonesome here without you,

We miss you more each day,

Life doesn’t seem the same

Since you’ve gone away.

When days are sad and lonely

And everything goes wrong,

We seem to hear you whisper

‘Cheer up and carry on.’

Each time we see your picture,

You seem to smile and say

‘Don’t cry, I’m in God’s keeping

We’ll meet again someday.’

You never said ‘I’m leaving,

You never said goodbye,

You were gone before we knew it,

And only God knew why.

A million times we needed you,

A million times we cried,

If love alone could have saved you,

You never would have died.”

In life, we loved you dearly,

In death, we love you still,

In our hearts, you hold a place,

That no one could ever fill.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you didn’t go alone,

For part of us went with you,

The day God took you home.”

10. Death Is Nothing At All – Canon Henry Scott-Holland

This poem is recounted by a narrator who has died and is seeking to console people he has left behind. The verse finishes with the narrator telling his reader that whenever the time arrives, he will be ready for her/him on the other side, where they would be with Jesus. Everybody will be happy and at peace as a result.

“Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other

That we are still

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way you always used

Put no difference into your tone

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes, we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was

Let it be spoken without effort

Without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost

One brief moment and all will be as it was before

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!”