Is there a poem I can share with my father to help with the passing of my mother?

jkasler,
I've found this very soothing for old people and myself. It's not as good as the beautiful poem in the list.

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me: Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil: my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."
Psalm 23

I have an awesome one. It's usually used at weddings and I read it to my husband on our wedding day. It rang just as true on that day as it did on the day he passed away. It will make your grandfather cry because it touches the heart:

Take a lump of clay,
Wet it, pat it
Make a statue of you
And a statue of me.
Then shatter them, clatter them
Add some water,
And break them and mold them
Into a statue of you
And a statue of me.
Then in mine are bits of you
And in you there are bits of me.
Nothing shall ever keep us apart.

Kuan Tao Shang
(Sung Dynasty)

In your grandfather are bits of your grandmother that will live on in him forever. My condolences on his loss. As a widow, I know the pain.

This is an awesome one. It's usually used at weddings, and I read it to my husband (now, "late husband") on our wedding day. It rang just as true on the day he passed as it did the day I read it to him:

Take a lump of clay,
Wet it, pat it
Make a statue of you
And a statue of me.
Then shatter them, clatter them
Add some water,
And break them and mold them
Into a statue of you
And a statue of me.
Then in mine are bits of you
And in you there are bits of me.
Nothing shall ever keep us apart.

Kuan Tao Shang
(Sung Dynasty)

look up Genie Graveline poetry. She has the most beautiful poetry. I have been giving her works of poetry, for years to those who have lost a loved one. I still get many compliments on how they feel over time from the beautiful words and feelings people get from reading them over time.
Sorry for your loss.

Look up Genie Graveline. She has the most beautiful poetry. I have been giving her works of poetry to many friends / family members after the loss of a loved one. Sorry for your loss.

this is a song

If You Could See Me Now
(written by Kim Noblitt)
(recorded by Bishop Paul Morton)
Verse 1:
My prayers have all been answered,
I've finally arrived,
the healing that has been delayed,
has now been realized.
No one's in a hurry,
no more schedules to keep,
I'm enjoying Jesus, just sitting at His feet.
Chorus:
If you could see me now,
I'm walking streets of gold.
If you could see me now,
I'm standing tall and whole.
If you could see me now,
you'd know I've seen Him face to face;
if you could only see me now.
Verse 2:
Though I've had my sorrows,
they never can compare
what Jesus has in store for me,
no language can ever share.
You would not want me
to leave this perfect place,
if you could only see me now.
Chorus

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.