Funeral
You sit staring out the window,
Eyes vacant
As the deep dark waters you used to cut through
With smooth clean strokes,
Back when times were simple;
When your mind was living
And your heart was full.
Now your hands grasp for nothing
And your mouth makes unintelligible sounds.
Tomorrow you will close your eyes
And never open them again.
You won’t be aware of that, of course.
Instead, you’ll blow sloppy kisses at us,
Giggle at the caring faces,
Drawn tight by grief,
That surround you,
Before you breathe your last.
We will dress you in your best clothes:
A favorite dress,
Delicate shoes you haven’t worn for years.
We’ll fold your hands across your chest
Lay you softly down in silky plush
And whisper goodbye in your unhearing ear.
I’ll lay one rose above your head,
A single burning red rose
For the memories of you,
When you were whole.
But today you are broken,
An empty shell devoid of knowing
But full of laughter.
Today you are not yourself,
Throwing your fists in the air
And knocking things from the table.
Today, there is some other blank lifeless being before me,
Who claps your hands together,
Closes your eyes.
And sleeps.
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