When I was little I didn't understand funerals.
They always made people sad.
I never understood why people cried over someone who could not wipe their tears away and tell them it's all right.
I thought these things with a heavy heart.
Now I am older and death has become a bigger part of my life.
I now know why people have funerals.
No matter how much we say it's about the dead
Funerals are for the living.
It's so the living can say good by and make things right between them and the dead
It's so they can say everything they never said.
Funerals are for the ones who hurt.
And to empty a cup you must let the water spill
And that's why it's so sad
They cry because this could be the last time they see them and it's hard
But I wouldn't know
I've never said goodbye
But I've wipe away others tears
Hear the sad sobs
And the heart broken speeches
And now I know why we linger one the memory of the dead
We do for us the living
YOU ARE READING
Little stories of a Girl
Poesíatake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
