Dancing Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Why so wrong to joke and laugh
And feel relieved she won't return?
Shove your righteous guilty wrath,
We all know she's gone down to burn.
Yes, children hurt and children weep,
But now the millstone's from our necks,
Our minds and lives are ours to keep,
Like gliding swans, not storm-tossed wrecks.
So please forgive if I don't pay
My last respects or seem to care.
Respect is earned, not forced, they say,
And mirth at funerals unfair.