THE FUNERAL
Candice James
Copyright 2010
Standing silently
Outside the reception hall.
Watching the ashes wed the ground.
Death is all around.
Cold in the earth,
Warm walking on the concrete.
You’re gone
Never, yet forever.
We, the remaining, exchange
Tears,
Faces,
Smiles,
Embraces,
Compassionate words,
And understanding looks.
You, the departed, remain
A footprint on life’s water,
A ripple on the earth,
A voice on the wind,
A memory of sunshine and rain
That sprinkles nevermore in this realm.
You’re gone
Never, yet forever.
Rest in peace
Little one.
The struggle is over.