A final good-byeStanding in the warmth of the summer air,
The funeral doors, looming in the distance,
Clearing my throat, dropping my eyes,
As I shuffle my way through,
The red eyed, sniffling people
Walking in the other direction.
I take one more deep breath looking up at the setting sun,
And pull the doors open.
Cold, Cries, and laughter.
Following the noise I walk past a door from where,
A Knight of Columbus has just exited.
A small table seta outside of the main room,
Coffee, little milks and sugar.
Hearing a familiar voice I spin slowly,
Looking into the main room,
Avoiding looking where the caset set.
A mass of faces.
Most never seen before,
All moving in and out of focus,
Until my aunts face swims up from the mass,
Coming into clear focus.
We exchange a few words and I walk off.
To sit in a chair at the other side of the room,
Still unable to even glace at the casket,
Or the body that lies inside.
Time ticks by, faces coming to say hello,
Give me words of consolance, and of grief.
I nod, say a
jealous of a childI wish I could still crawl into daddy's bed at night
crawl into his arms as he wipers everything's alright
knowing with daddy's arms around me
no creeppies from my closet or monsters from under my bed
would be getting me tonight
because daddy there
his chin renting on my head
he presses A kiss, so light and full of love
onto her forehead
he whispers his love, and a little prayer
eyes fluttering shut knowing daddy is here
her shallow breathing tell you she is asleep
and slowly quietly daddy stats to weep
looking at his daughter his little baby girl,
at this very moment, they hold each others world.