The Funeral"
I sat all evening in preparation.
Reading over the words that I had wrote
Reminding myself, this had to be done.
In the morning, I held my mother's hand
She had always been so strong,
This time I had to be.
Walking in that room
My strength was fading fast
The people of my father's past, piling in fast.
Pity adorning everyone's sad faces
Talking filled the room as they all waited
Holding my breath I gave my mother a reassuring look
Only to tell her, I was there
The woman that had been a pillar of strength,
For my entire 17 years was breaking
Holding it together almost completely
Until the moment I walked up
People staring expectantly
Holding the paper I wrote on
The poem I scribbled five minutes after,
He took his last breath
Then I broke
Tears flooding as I read
Saying Goodbye to the Man
That my mother Loved
That I cherished
A friend to all of these people
My Father.
