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The Funeral of Their Father

We all sit quietly as more and more sorrow fills the air So many people here but I barely notice that they’re there I hold on tight to all three of you as people come and go But what we are all feeling the world will never know As I hold you close your tears fall like a heavy summer shower If I could take your pain away I would I just don’t have that power I’m so sorry for your loss and I just don’t know what to say These are the phrases that we all have heard since that fateful day You chose to leave your children and not be there for them at all Now I must be strong for them and always catch them when they fall The pews are filled with family, friends and some I never got to know Sadly I wish this were over and the time would come for them to go The pastor speaks to all of us and tells us you are in a better place now We have almost made it through today even though I’m not sure how Everyone has said their speeches and the music has started playing People stop and talk to us but I can’t understand what they are saying The time has come to take you boys up to say your final goodbyes I hold your hands and pull you close and wipe the tears from your eyes Matthew reaches out and says “I love you dad goodbye for now” Tommy holds me close and says “I can’t do it I don’t know how” Little Johnny clings to me and says “mommy please don’t make me” I turn and walk back to our seats and cover his eyes so he can’t see Making it through this day has taken every ounce of strength that I had Watching my boys spend most of the day saying goodbye to their dad There are still so many people here I just wish that they would leave When their gone and we’re alone then my children and I can grieve I’m sure they have many questions they will want to ask me I’ll try to answer all of them but we’ll just have to wait and see All I know is it’s time to go and take care of my own Please for now just honor us and let us be alone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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