After The Funeral (my mother-in-law's)
by Genuine Suede 10/07/2009 / Family
lies buried now,
beneath that clay and gravel muck
that fills the hole
and sinks, even yet.
I can see her still,
entombed within white satin folds,
hands carefully placed upon her chest.
Six feet down...
and eternity between us.
Like a candle snuffed out by a
Only memories remain.
And one day,
even these will fade away.
With funeral done, the kin go home,
the phone calls stop,
pervades each vacant spot unfilled...
And Life moves on.
What I expected, I don't know,
but something--MORE THAN THIS!
I do not question after-life, but 'Here!'
While on this earth I am dismayed
is all there is!