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Rustling Leaves
by: Ruthie

Paul, I too am trying to find a memorial poem that says something about hearing my voice in the rustling leaves or something to that effect. Have you located the poem you are searching for? I think it may be the one I hope to find.

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I thought...
by: Anonymous

I read a poem at my aunts funeral and it was called I thought...

I thought I saw your face today,
in the sparkle of the morning sun.
And then I heard the angel say,
"Their work on earth is done."

I thought I heard your voice today,
then laugh your hearty laugh.
And then I heard the angel say,
"There's peace dear one at last."

I thought I felt your touch today,
in the breeze that rustled by.
And then I heard the angel say,
"The spirit never dies."

I thought I saw my broken heart,
in the crescent of the moon.
And then I heard the angel say,
"The Lord is coming soon."

I thought that you had left me,
for the stars so far above.
And then I heard the angel say,
"They left you with their love."

I thought that I would miss you so,
and never find my way.
And then I heard the angel say,
"They're with you every day."
"The sun, the wind, the moon, the stars,
will forever be around,
reminding you of the love you shared,
and the peace they've finally found.

- Bobbi Davies

Hope that's useful? Jax

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Rustling leaves
by: Talie

Hi Paul when did you hear or read this poem? I wrote a poem about 2 years ago for a friend when his son died,and since gave it to another friend of a friend when her son was still born.
I never imagined that I would now be using it for the funeral of my own stillborn son.

A Rustle of leaves, is the first line. If you think it could have been this, let me know and I will send it to you. If not, good luck with your search.

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