True Geniu$
05-21-2005, 11:08 PM
love it or hate it...
complete silence
heads ducked down
kleenex on evey window pane
pews filled from left to right
black suits and dresses
some women have vails over their eyes
tears of a combination of pain, sadness, and joy flow down made up cheeks
most of the congregation are family and friends but some are people who are just there
confused about why they are there
who they are there for
hummed notes of negro spirituals fill the air
pastors get up to preach the good words of comfort hoping they will give solice to those who are missing a chunk of their souls
roses, tulips, and sympathy cards align the edges of the isles
visions of the good times each one of them had with the deceased one crash with questions of why inside the brains of the bereaved
people pass the displayed body
eyes fixed upon the sweet face of the dead
everyone knows the person is dead, but no one wants to except it, hold it, and embrace it
its a bitter pill to swallow
know that the one you have come to know and love will no longer be their for you to hold, kiss, and conversate with
everybody in the somber room there to pay their last respect
no one will be able to sleep because sleep is the cousin of death
their eyes will be wide open because a dream is kin to their last breath
until they come to terms with the fact that their loved one is gone
and the funeral is the first step in the process...
complete silence
heads ducked down
kleenex on evey window pane
pews filled from left to right
black suits and dresses
some women have vails over their eyes
tears of a combination of pain, sadness, and joy flow down made up cheeks
most of the congregation are family and friends but some are people who are just there
confused about why they are there
who they are there for
hummed notes of negro spirituals fill the air
pastors get up to preach the good words of comfort hoping they will give solice to those who are missing a chunk of their souls
roses, tulips, and sympathy cards align the edges of the isles
visions of the good times each one of them had with the deceased one crash with questions of why inside the brains of the bereaved
people pass the displayed body
eyes fixed upon the sweet face of the dead
everyone knows the person is dead, but no one wants to except it, hold it, and embrace it
its a bitter pill to swallow
know that the one you have come to know and love will no longer be their for you to hold, kiss, and conversate with
everybody in the somber room there to pay their last respect
no one will be able to sleep because sleep is the cousin of death
their eyes will be wide open because a dream is kin to their last breath
until they come to terms with the fact that their loved one is gone
and the funeral is the first step in the process...