Petra Creffield - Funeral

Funeral

They came in their black on blistering hot day
Sweating droplets into the rims of their fancy hats
The program with your face on the cover makes a good fan
Blowing needed breeze onto hot skin

That church was overfull brimming with all those you touched
In some way
It shouldn’t have to be this way
I want to scream
But fan your face instead

They played your song but I was strong
Though all around me, were those that wept
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to cry
But my eyes stayed dry
Through the prayers and the eulogies

Then I saw them open your box
And understood what we were meant to see
I could have stayed seated
They were many that did
But I felt pulled towards you

Part of me still stands there by your side
What lasted a second has become an eternity


© Petra Creffield

Petra Creffield

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