The Funeral
He sprinkled holy water
In my Uncle Aaron’s grave.
That isn’t how a rabbi
Would most typically behave.
But nondenominational’s
The cemetery’s claim.
Perhaps he wanted to appease
The mourners who all came.
The prayers were said, the dirt was tossed,
The tears our grief’s release.
Despite the circumstance, I hope
My uncle is at peace.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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