Visiting the Funeral Home
Today on my way home
I really felt the need to open these doors
To feel the peace, the serenity
I looked around
Not much had changed
But the peace just filled the room
I felt this was part of me
I felt I had been welcomed home
Staff was short
The urgency arose
I assisted setting up a coffin
For a waiting family
They wanted to take pictures
Of Mum, At Peace, right here
Then The need was there
To take a coffin from the hearse
And I saw the beauty of this corpse
Dressed in blue
Make up done
So beautiful to see
I saw the families content
I was satisfied
Pleased that I had visited
I Had been
Taken Back
I had filled my need
Copyright Reserved May 2014
LYN PAUL
I think that you have a wonderful and caring nature to be able to feel the comfort given in death to others who hurt. Love your expressive words. and calming feeling.
when I visit the cemetery I fee close to my love ones. as if they remain there even thought I know their spirit has long been gone. But it is their resting place. helping others is a great feat. nice write
During reading this emotional poem I could see the kind hearted and caring Lyn. Thank you Lyn.
You have described a difficult subject so well at ease! The title is captivating, the text poignant yet calming and soothing just for your words. Your kindness must have been felt by the bereaved family as much as, if not more than, we did. A great poem.10/10.
Stillness, serenity, tranquility and peace are integrated into body without life making it all the more beautiful. You captured all this in your poem. Thank you.
I too find peace in a cemetery with people at rest in God's holy embrace. The beauty of this corpse is such a beautiful write!
Shows how caring and sensitive you are Lyn. I love your pure thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I too like Cemetery's and when I go to visit the place where my parents are laid I feel peaceful and calm. Some people get spooked by them for some strange reason, when they shouldn't be. Smashing poem Lyn.