Constance La France Poet Verse

The Funeral

 
I stand at the doors of the funeral room afraid,
afraid-  of how I am going to get through this day;
knowing the end was coming did not prepare me mother,
no one is ever ready for a beloved's last gasp of life.

Inside the room, I gulp my sorrow and stand frozen,
the room glows with soft hues of many rose pink flowers;
in peace you lay with all the ravages of illness erased,
and inside your coffin you are wearing your rose pink dress.

I know this moment will be with me for the rest of my life,
just you and me alone-   with the scent of roses wrapped around us;
oh, I am filled with emotions and my body feels like a heavy stone,
my heart is completely and totally shattered and forever broken.

There is nothing, I could have done to keep you alive,
because I would have-  I feel hallow inside, lost and I hurt all over;
but you have always taught me to be strong and have courage,
so, I whisper-  love you mommy and touch your cold folded hands.

And I kiss your lips with words just for us;
till I see you again mother . . .   until then . . . g o o d b y e. 

Then, I put on a smiling mask and greet your visitors . . .

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June 21, 2019

Poetry/Verse/The Funeral
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1159-180-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

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Evelyn Swartz January 9, 2021 at 11:11 AM Constance, I searched through all your poems to find one that I needed to read and this was it. That is exactly how I felt when we lost my Mom in 2020. The poem is beautiful. Constance La France January 9, 2021 at 3:29 PM Evelyn, thanks for reading my older poem, I remember writing this and reliving mom's funeral (as I do often). As you can tell it came from my heart, I ripped it from my bleeding soul. Yes, I am sure many, many have known that empty hollow feeling of grief that aches inside _Constance

Andrea Dietrich June 22, 2019 at 8:38 PM Constance, this is a beautiful emotional poem straight from your poet heart. Constance La France June 23, 2019 at 2:48 PM andrea, thanks for the beautiful ~

Janice Canerdy June 22, 2019 at 4:28 PM Constance, this is so lovely and moving! Janice Constance La France June 23, 2019 at 2:49 PM Janice, thanks for the lovely ~

Winged Warrior June 22, 2019 at 6:31 AM A lovely eulogy, only you can write Constance...sending love...^WW^ :0) Constance La France January 9, 2021 at 3:32 PM Winged Warrior now that you are in heaven maybe you can find my mom and give her a hug and kiss for me, miss you so much my friend _Constance Constance La France June 22, 2019 at 7:22 AM WW, thanks for the lovely and compliment , appreciate ~

Arturo Michael June 21, 2019 at 7:46 PM You write this so naturally... it seems real...if so...may your mama rest in peace... Constance La France June 22, 2019 at 7:23 AM Arturo, I write from life, so it is real- I don't think either of us will ever be in peace, at least not me ~ thanks for visiting and commenting, appreciate so much !

Ralph Sergi June 21, 2019 at 5:37 PM Dear Heart: There aren't the proper words to offer my condolences for the sad loss of your mom and the courage it took to write a beautiful tribute. I can relate as I watched my mom slowly pass away the hospital and at this time of my life , I am more aware of her passing. I'm sure God has a nice place for your mother. Constance La France June 22, 2019 at 7:26 AM Ralph, thank you for that lovely message, I am sure mom is tending the garden in Heaven as she loved gardening in life, knowing all the Latin names for the flowers, she could just ramble them off, I keep writing about the death of my mother hoping the grief will go away but it never does ~