Funerals Poems

First Steps Funerals and Nanas Hands

First Steps Funerals and Nana's Hands 

By Evelyn Aimarie

2 days after my Nana's funeral
My oldest son took his first steps. 
She was my grandmother on my father's side, but more like a mother to me.
Palms textured like warm overwashed cotton sheets- thin but comfortable, and clothes line, spring sunshine soft.
Pastel blue intricate
barely visible veins whispered

I Saw Their Funerals

I saw their funerals.
Plath.
Sexton.
And somewhere near the back,
mine.

Not my body—
not yet.
But something softer,
more urgent,
more invisible.

The girl
who wrote like them
just to feel seen—
she’s in the box too.

I saw her hair
was finally unbrushed.
Her hands no longer gripped a pen—
they were just hands now.

And no one cried,
because no one knew
she had been dying
this whole time
in silence.

I stood there,
dry-eyed.
Because

The many funerals of a black girl

How many funerals of ones self can someone have before there is nothing left
Don't answer 
It's rhetorical anyway

Funeral number 1
A piece of her hair
A symbol of when they would stop and stare
At her hair
When they would make her life a living nightmare 
Until she became too aware
Until It became too much to bear
Until she silenced

Two funerals

two families 
with different viewpoints 
same loss same grieving

Funerals

Young people
don't understand
funerals

BEFORE THE FUNERALS

The next time a natural disaster strikes…whether it be a tsunami or
hurricane from the oceans, a flood from the rivers…or a tornado from the skies 
notice how, all over the world, you see the same sadness…
the same sorrow, the same tears in everybody’s eyes.

And when we kill each other because of our differences…
our different countries,

Funerals

Last goodbye given to your loved ones by family and friends-the beginning of a new and different life after death

Graveyard Groupies

Look out you might see them
scuttling down your street
patting the neighbour’s dog 
nodding to people they meet

They lurk on hospital corridors
wearing their black shiny shoes
then scour obituary columns
for all their latest news

They follow people on stretchers
to sickbeds, funerals, and wakes
asking for extra cups of tea
turning their nose up at cake

They might just take an interest,
if

Funerals

Time to pay respects 
enjoy stories of their past 
while eating good food

If Funerals Are For the Living

Must we cry at funerals?
Or might we stand there motionless-
Clutching fists or hands at rest
Between the mourning generals

Must we drown our eyes in tears?
Or might we simply look away-
Weigh the rain another day
And feign to hear some hollowed cheers

Must we hide a torrid cry?
Or might we hold a paper piece-
Hear a sermon shushed by peace
And

Time Traveler's Guide To Planning Funerals

We should whisper our prayers tonight
before we go to bed tonight
our souls shall slumber onto the brink of eternity
in God’s home filled with his many mansions
tomorrow morning is coming
time to plan our burial
our hollowed bones and mundane flesh
will be incinerated into a rubble of floured ashes
diffused into the bowels of the ocean’s depths
the residue of

Funerals and Births

It’s both a bitter funeral for freedom
and the birth of new crime.

Forever

We don't discuss death
Civilized folk use funeral parlors
Funeral at home? Why on earth
We're good, clean entrepreneurs

The next generation never learn
How death is life, too, recycling
Part of life, why fear it, discern
God gives us children to go on living

Let the Flowers Flourish

For crying out loud, the flowers are gorgeous, 
Fresh, happy, young, alive, and vivacious.
Regrettably, we, humans, cut their lives short, 
From time to time, from events to events.
	
For God’s sake, let the flowers live like the monuments, 
Let them enjoy a long life, like the statues in the court.
Almost every event, like birthdays, weddings and

To Those I Have Lost

with the corona virus upon us
I am bracing to hear the news
that so and so has died

I reflect back
on all the people in my life
that I have already lost

part of being older
is that you lose people
close to you along the way

I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister due to a freak

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