Composed
Fresh clean suit
All creases and sharp
Shoes shined to mirror black
Hair combed and parted
Pristine display…
Later, when family
And friends depart
Still sharply dressed
Creases crisp
Hair combed and parted
Wife sits beside
And talks of days gone by
And when the morning comes
Lid closes, final journey
Words spoken, tears shed...
Composure lost
...Goodbye
All creases and sharp
Shoes shined to mirror black
Hair combed and parted
Pristine display…
Later, when family
And friends depart
Still sharply dressed
Creases crisp
Hair combed and parted
Wife sits beside
And talks of days gone by
And when the morning comes
Lid closes, final journey
Words spoken, tears shed...
Composure lost
...Goodbye
8 comments:
as they say, 'never say good bye'. who knows what's in store ..'after' ..
btw- I hear you.
I went to my uncle's funeral two weeks ago and this is exactly how he looked! You wrote this really well!
Beautifully written. Not in the least funerial! I liked it.
This poem seems as precise as the crisp creases of the suit. That final "Goodbye" is a heart-breaker.
excellent piece of writing.. visually right on.. and i so understood exactly the feeling of confusion the line between the pristine and the lost....
Your writing composure when tackling this topic is remarkable.
Gemma
A visual marvel. I was right back at the recent funerals in my life. They all looked the same, only the guests were different.
Nice work about a poignant event.
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