The Funeral

This is about a funeral I attended when I was 6 for a little girl in my town who had passed away due to a chronic illness.

Grief stricken faces all around

quiet sobbing is the only sound

The stiff scent of flowers fills the air

The room is cold, but I don’t care

I see people I’ve always known

faces with more emotion than they’ve ever shown

A man begins to speak, then sings a song

to a child, who is now gone

I gaze off into the distance

with my childish visions

A girl who never walked, dancing

Prancing through the pews

I was so young

I did not understand

death

had she really just left?

I tried my best to cry

because a little girl had just died

But I couldn’t

my mind said I wouldn’t

It raced with thoughts and questions

on the subject that left such strong impressions

No one had answers for me

No one could help me see

I was a child, a confused baby girl

Fascinated by this miraculous, tragic world

Author's Note

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