It's a lot long than that. It goes like this

I thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and the day before that, too.
I think of you in silence,
I often say your name,
But all I have is memories
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake,
with which I'll never part.
God has you in his keeping,
I have you in my heart.

I shed tears for what might have been,
a million times I've cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
in death I love you still,
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
It broke my heart to lose you,
but you didn't go alone,
For part of me went with you,
the day God took you home.

The Golden Gate stood open
He saw that you were getting tired,
and a cure was not to be,
So He put his arms around you,
and whispered, "Come with Me".
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
and saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
Your heart full of love stopped beating
your happy little hands to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us
that he only takes the best.

Whilst walking the Wealdway I discovered this poem pinned to a fence near Ashurst station, left there by one who loved Toby who had been killed on the track. I shed tears for this young fellow.

This text expresses everything i wish i could say to my loved ones that have passed.
It makes my soul weep.
It's beautiful.

I love this poem - It incapsulates evrything to feel and want to say my mum. I have printed it onto a piece of acetate and wrapped it around a large candle that I light (frequently) when I think of her and for special occasions - like I am talking to her. I have also given it to my family to light.

I would love to know who wrote this so I can give credit and acknowedgement for such beatutifully crafted words that give me a sense of connection and serentiy to my beautiful mother.

Well first I would like to say that the part in this one that says "It broke my heart to lose you but you didnt go alone for part of me went with you the day God took you home" is wrong, and IT DOES NOT belong with this poem.

That verus is from poem called "God's Garden".

When trying to make a poem one must not use or steal verus from another. A true poet can make there own amazing poem with out the help of others. This one is too long and it reall drags out. Its bad.

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We originally only put one verse of the poem on here, and Virginia later added three verses including the line you've quoted.

I think, Courtney, that both you and Virginia are probably correct, and I'll try and explain why.

The poem has certainly been around a long time, and undoubtedly started off with about twenty verses. Over the years people have made it a lot shorter, but everyone who has changed it has chosen their own favourite bits. There's no harm in this surely. If you wanted to use verse two, verse five, and verse fifteen of a poem at a funeral because they were particularly meaningful to you, you'd be quite entitled to do so. If listeners then said, 'That was a nice poem' and thought that was all there was, then it may eventually be reprinted in that short version.

The best example I can give you is old hymns and old Christmas carols, most of which were originally written with many more verses than are ever sung today (20 and 30 plus in many cases). If you open up a hymn book that's 100 or so years old you'll see them all. If you look up a modern hymn book you may see four or five (or even fewer).

The thing is, if you look at the same hymn in a Southern Baptist hymn book, an Anglican hymn book, or a Catholic hymn book, you will often find that they have chosen completely different verses. Sometimes they have even chosen different first verses, and as hymns (like poems) are usually known by their first line, they are sometimes thought of now as different hymns.

Similarly with poems. Many poems written a long time ago were very long. Over the years people have chosen the bits they like and made shorter poems, sometimes even mixing up lines from one verse to the other.

"I Thought of You With Love Today" or "God's Garden"

It's not crazy, you needed to express feelings. God bless you young lady.

Being a funeral director, I think your long version is actually THREE poems or readings. THe last one usually starts something like:
God saw that you were getting tired
and a cure was not to be......

I have heard all 3 in various forms over the years!
The line "The Golden Gate...." upsets the whole rhythm of it by adding an extra line.

This is the most beautiful coming together of words that i have ever read.

I lost my mum on the 21st december 2012, three weeks later as i write this i still havn't been to her grave simply because i havn't accepted that the most wonderful, loving, caring, non judging beautiful women that i have ever known has gone, what makes it harder is that my first grandson and mums second great grandchild was born just 5 weeks before god called her home.

Unfortunately, due 2 mums illness she never met clayton while on this earth, we never got to to have photos of mum posing proudly with her great grandson, but i know that mum is looking down on all of us and she will now be able to see clayton 24/7. Mum is watching over him because when he was born he had really high levels of jaundice that could have caused brain damage and a clicky hip that the hospital were concerned about, now i am not a christian, but i asked God in prayer, please dont let my mum continue to suffer, please look after my grandson and clear up his jaundice and please let his wee hip problem turn out to be nothing. Well, my prayers were all answered, my faith has been restored and hopefully i have made my peace with God.

I guess all im trying to say is, Keep believing because it is only in the darkest of days that you need something to believe in and in my darkest days my prayers were answered. BTW i still dont go to church and i still have my days when i wonder is there anything after this, i dont know, all i know is, SOME ONE ANSWERED MY PRAYERS. Love you MUM, we will meet again. XXXXX

I found this poem too, written on a napkin, left by some young woman on a table in the bar where I work. When we discovered it after she'd left our hearts went out to her as she had been so sweet, but it was clear that something was very wrong.