Thank you so much, I really hope this gift if comforting to my Aunt and Uncle.

Krissy

IN OUR HEARTS

We thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
and days before that too.
We think of you in silence
we often speak your name.
Now all we have are memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake,
with which we'll never part.
God has you in his keepsake,
we have you in our hearts.

Author Unknown

That poem is beautiful. I am going to keep it for myself even if we don't end up using it.

My mom, whose idea this was, said she wanders if we should have a poem about a tree tho, what do you think? We just want this to be touching because this is going to be such a hard day.

Thank you again!

I like that poem a lot too. It's nice to share with someone who lost a loved one, even on the first or subsequent anniversary of their passing.

There is another longer one which was written by William Randolph Hearst, and while it isn't about trees, it is nature related. Check link below.

The Song of the River

The snow melts on the mountain
And the water runs down to the spring,
And the spring in a turbulent fountain,
With a song of youth to sing,
Runs down to the riotous river,
And the river flows to the sea,
And the water again
Goes back in rain
To the hills where it used to be.

And I wonder if life's deep mystery
Isn't much like the rain and the snow
Returning through all eternity
To the places it used to know.
For life was born on the lofty heights
And flows in a laughing stream,
To the river below
Whose onward flow
Ends in a peaceful dream.

And so at last,
When our life has passed
And the river has run its course,
It again goes back,
O'er the selfsame track,
To the mountain which was its source.

So why prize life
Or why fear death,
Or dread what is to be?
The river ran
Its allotted span
Till it reached the silent sea.
Then the water harked back
To the mountain-top
To begin its course once more.

So we shall run
The course begun
Till we reach the silent shore.
Then revisit earth
In a pure rebirth
From the heart of the virgin snow.

So don't ask why
We live or die,
Or whither, or when we go,
Or wonder about the mysteries
That only God may know.

William Randolph Hearst

Here's one more:

Grieve Not

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumnal rain.
When you waken in the morning hush,
I am the soft uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

The above is a poem left by a British soldier killed by an IRA landmine in 1989. It is believed to be an adaptation of another poem by Mary Frye. Maybe you could adapt it to include something about a tree--you are clever, right? :-) There is a nice picture book to go with it at Amazon (Blue Lantern Studio).

Krissy you are so kind to try to do something to ease the emotional pain of your aunt and uncle. I know it will be a tough day, but it is important to everyone to do. Best wishes,

Susan

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 10

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

try this link. there are 5 pages of poems/prayers.
something will definitely jump out at you.

may God bless you and comfort you at such a trying time.

maryanne