Funeral

An incomplete poem but hopefully I can get some help to make it a little better

The sun is shining
warming the Earth
just not the body
which sleeps in the box
no one weeps for her
no one wonders why
I hold my husband's hand
and look at my casket
with a gentle squeeze
he reassures me
now we can move on
I throw a handful of dirt on my coffin
with my past
my struggles
my pains
and we bury it in the Earth
which is warmed by the sun

Author's Note

Move on from your past of not commenting and do so now

Reviews

[Oyindamola Shoola]

from what I understand in this poem, it is a burial for pains and struggles....well my opinion is this - I think the past is the best coffin to carry pains and struggle.... good write.

[Eagergreen]

It's just a burial of your past no matter what is inside