At The Funeral Poem by Sean Joyce

At The Funeral



Weasel words
with easy starts
are not the first
ones to our hearts
when the cold cadaver light of day
takes one of those we love away

After the funeral
- when the funeral was over
- After we had buried him

We walked across the grass
We walked across the grass
leaving footprints in the dew

footprints in the dew
How was that possible
’God’s name how was that possible

with him forever
And now, forever
footprints forever

looking back across the grass
The warmth of the day
losing us all, forever

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sean Joyce 25 August 2007

Hi Greg Bit slow but I don't understand your comment.'Best regards, Sean

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Gregory Collins 24 August 2007

sentence upon sentence did you forget your own name

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