I Heard Strangers Whispering

They turned up in their Sunday best To pay respects my mother cried, I was not sure what she meant I only knew my father died. The hearse arrived, people shuffled, Standing solemn, looking tense, I heard strangers whispering A strange affair, it made no sense. I looked around at all of this (Rather frightening to a child,) I knew it was no party though, For some were crying, no-one smiled. Apparently he was in a box A nice one that they put you in, Some men in suits stepped aside They were going to carry him. Then I heard the strangest music The like I'd never heard before, A man with a serious face Ushered us towards a door. I looked round, mother wept, Slowly, we walked inside, At the time I could not take it in, I only knew, my father died. Entry for You and yours , lets get personal any theme thereupon, any form, Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand. 9/7/2019. Placed 1st.