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?
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