When a Parent Is Gone
Losing a parent changes something deep within us. It is more than the absence of a voice or a presence—it is the quiet shift of a world that once felt anchored. Whether your loss is recent or years have passed, grief has a way of returning in waves—sometimes gentle, sometimes overwhelming, always personal.
Here, you will find poems that speak to:
- The ache of missing someone who shaped your life
- The silence where their voice once was
- The memories that rise without warning
- The love that never truly leaves
These poems are not meant to rush healing or explain away sorrow.
They are here to sit with you in it—to give words when yours are hard to find.
Some will reflect the heaviness of loss.
Others will offer a quiet sense of peace.
Many will remind you that grief is not just pain—it is love continuing in a different form.
Take your time here.
Read slowly.
Return when you need to.
And if even one poem helps you feel understood,
or brings a moment of comfort in the midst of loss,
then this space has done what it was meant to do.
You are not alone in remembering.
Poem: My Mom Is Gone
My mom passed… and something changed,
The world feels quiet, rearranged,
A voice once near, now softly gone,
Yet somehow still, it lingers on.
Her hands once held the weight of me,
With gentle strength and certainty,
Through every fall, through every fear,
She found a way to draw me near.
And now the chair where she would sit
Holds more than just the shape of it,
It carries echoes, warm and deep,
Of love that time will always keep.
I hear her in the things I do,
In words I say, in what is true,
In quiet thoughts that come unplanned—
I feel the imprint of her hand.
Grief doesn’t shout, it moves inside,
In hidden tears I cannot hide,
In moments small, in passing days,
In sudden, unexpected ways.
But love like hers does not depart,
It finds a home within the heart,
It shapes the soul, it gently stays,
A steady light through all my days.
So though I miss her more than words,
And feel the ache that loss confers,
I hold this truth when I am alone—
Her love still lives… it brought me home.
My Dad Is with the Lord
My dad is with the Lord today,
Though he has gently slipped away,
Beyond the reach of time and breath,
Into a life untouched by death.
The hands that worked, the voice so strong,
Now rest where they have long belonged,
No weight to bear, no pain to hold—
Just peace within the Shepherd’s fold.
I miss him in the quiet hours,
In simple things, in fading powers,
In words I wish I’d said once more,
In footsteps at the empty door.
Yet faith lifts eyes where tears would stay,
And turns my heart another way,
To where the light does not grow dim,
And all is made complete in Him.
He walks where sorrow cannot stay,
Where night gives way to endless day,
Where grace has wiped each tear apart,
And joy now fills his resting heart.
So though I grieve, I do not part
From all he planted in my heart,
For love still speaks in all I do—
A living thread that leads me through.
And one bright day, beyond this shore,
Where time and loss will be no more,
I’ll see him there, made whole and free—
My dad, with Christ… still loving me.