RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Child's Funeral


The laughter, lights, fun everywhere.
Where is the boy named Daniel, who loved it all?
Gone is his smiling face, his sudden laughter, his hand
held gently in mine.
Not too long ago his funeral belied his early death,
the tears, so foreign as hearts of mother, father and
sister were heard breaking in the still afternoon air.
People gathered, listening, tears falling like rain
from up above.
Sun shining in spite of death's hold before us.
Little Daniel, so loved, so full of life, is gone.
Leaving all behind to carry the tears in hands cupped prayerfully away.
Life is living yet, in all the people gathered there.
Except for Daniel's - a little boy gone before his
time.
Missed by all, loved forevermore.
Now in heaven with our Lord.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 08, 2014
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