Reality Poem by heather poynter

I snap back to reality from my daydream -
Looking over at the box from the podium at which I stand.
There is a sea of tears flowing from the eyes of my family -
As well as from my own.
I feel as if my lungs have been crushed.
Knowing the painful truth of why I'm standing here.
After the readings of scriptures and nice comments,
We all line up to take one last look
At a woman who forever changed our lives.

The flowers around the room send mixed smells around -
Even though nobody pays them much attention.
A mother calms her crying baby -
A sign of life - while people mourn because of death.
It is now my turn to say goodbye, such a cruel word.
I gently close my hand around hers, remembering -
Remembering how soft they had been, and how comforting.

To settle my nerves, I try do drink something -
The acidic taste makes me sick; I can only taste my tears.
I can't believe this is happening, I tell myself.
I close my eyes and hope that it is a lie.

I snap back to reality from my daydream -
She is gone, I am here.
It's time to face the cold, harsh truth -
Called Reality.