- POSTED ON 06.02.2013
My mum's playing Bingo in heaven
With a happy smile on her face
If she'd known there was a Bingo hall in heaven
She'd have looked more forward to the place
Past 78 and heaven's gate
It's 83 and time for tea
With 61 and a baker's bun
And no queue for the lavatory
After 41 and time for fun
She's won with 54 and wiped the floor
I really do thank my lucky stars
My mum landed in heaven instead of on mars
(This poem can be personalised by substituting the word mum with wife, sister, granny, grandma, friend or actual name to give you what you are looking for).
The story behind this funeral poem can be found on our Comments page together with a moving memorial poem Number’s Up by Rebecca Spilsbury...which starts:
I loved going to bingo
And seeing all my chums
I’d listen out for numbers
Hoping they would be the ones...
- POSTED ON 03.01.2013
THE GOLF COURSE IN THE SKY
As eighteen flags flew at half mast, and
Glasses were soberly raised high
The latest member was having a ball
At the golf course in the sky
Freed from the gravity of the situation
The first tee shot soared through space
Bringing a wondrous, beaming smile
To a kind, down to earth face
Surrounded by old club friends
Once thought never to be seen again
The infinity course beckoned ahead
Eighteen holes were for mere mortal men
- POSTED ON 13.11.2012
"Every exit is an entry somewhere else."
- POSTED ON 19.10.2012
“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”
- POSTED ON 09.10.2012
"He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.