Funeral

You lay there cold, not moving I want you to blink. Why won't you blink? Why won't you breathe? I dont understand. Should I have understood? Should I have known then just to grieve? Should I suddenly of realised all matters of life an death? What would be the point? I stand there, just a child and gaze at your ever staring eyes as the priest annoints You and says something I do not hear. Is this all my fault? I am filled with regret. The confusion of a child is not easily subdued. The past in stone is set. We walk from the church, my Father's hand on my shoulder as you are placed in the ground. I close my eyes. My mind begins wander. Just what in death is there to be found?