The Funeral Poem by Sean Joyce

The Funeral

Rating: 4.2


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
Michael Phillips 10 March 2006

NOT BAD FOR A FELLOW NORTHERNER

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Cora Fazio 01 January 2006

Sean Let me say that this poem is very different from any I have ever read. Yet I understood it completely, because it was exactly how I felt that day. The sun was shining the ground was moist. My heart was buried with him that day. Sean my son was an air-traffic controller at O'hare. I noticed you were from Chicago. He was a beautiful son. He never left home without giving me a kiss. I miss him so much. Cora 'your friend in poetry'

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Sara Watson-Roy 28 December 2005

This poem's a little uneven, you rhyme in the first stanza, not in the rest-but beautifully rendered and poignant.

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Sean Joyce

Sean Joyce

Galway, Ireland
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