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Poems for the Soul is a selection of poems appropriate for funerals and grief. Some are poems that you may have read before  others are personal poems that have been sent to us by clients and friends of Sentiment.

Ruthann Disotell says:

For Ed…

I once was a kid, but I can’t recall when.
I’ve been dodging the years for a while.
And I’ve made lots of friends and I’ve told lots of yarns,
And when lucky, I’ve made someone smile

I married, raised kids and worked hard all my life,
At a job handed down by my dad.
And I tried to do good, to the best I knew how,
And I don’t think I did things half bad.

I learned on the way, that true joy is hard work,
And attaining it’s all up to you.
By canoe on the river, or a cruise at high sea,
You’re in charge of the smile inside you.

Hang out with your family, hop a scooter to town,
Take time to have coffee with friends.
And work if you must, but remember to play,
Because sooner or later it ends.

Let your life be a marker for what you believe.
Treat folks like you want to be treated.
Look them straight in eye, ask a question or two.
When you speak, they will know that you mean it.

And don’t be afraid to speak up for yourself
But keep others’ feelings in mind.
You can state how things are, from your point of view,
And still manage to remain kind.

And when I am gone, I hope you’ll all know,
As cantankerous as I may be,
I was happy to spend, some choice times with you,
As I hope you enjoyed times with me.

-Ruthann Disotell 8-19-08

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When you are aware of, hear, see and feel the pain and sadness in the lives of others, it can only make you appreciate what you have – not what you don’t have, haven’t had in the past or won’t have in the future.

So many people who have really lovely lives love to moan; about their job being crap, they want a new car, the kids are getting on their nerves, they’ve no money to go on holiday, their husband doesn’t do the washing up right, life’s not fair, I hate.. I want… Yarda yarda yarda (You know what I mean?)… and yes, we all fall into the poor me trap sometimes, but we get out before we get bogged down with poor me syndrome. So how is it that so many people do not jump out of that hole before it becomes a deep dark and sulky life, losing the capability to look up to see how beautiful the sky is, or appreciate that they can pick up the phone and talk to the person they love or even appreciate that they have a working body?

I spent the weekend relaxing by the seaside with my husband, daughter and a few of our friends in Suffolk. The weather was amazing for November; not a cloud in the sky and the sun actually felt warm. So much so, my 2 year old daughter insisted on running around the empty beach with her wellies full of sea water! I sat outside the beech hut watching my friends and daughter playing on the sand and I had ‘one of those moments’ when you look at the sky, breathe in the fresh air and look at the world carrying on with its life . You just ‘get it’. You understand why George Weiss & Bob Thiele managed to write the utterly perfect song – ‘Wonderful World’. Its all a bit cheesy, I know, and I maybe want to shake myself for even writing and admitting to these feelings, but to be honest I get them a lot.