The Funeral

My moms funeral,
a beautiful memory of her life,
held in this magnificent church,
hundreds of faces,
some i recognized,
others i never knew about,
all saying "I'm Sorry for your loss".

In a simple black dress,
embroidered with lace,
i get told,
you look so beautiful,
your mom would have loved seeing you like this,
smiling the fakest smile ever,
i nod my head saying thank you,
and keep on walking.

The preacher comes out,
announces for everybody to come inside,
the service is about to start,
i grab my friends hand,
and we go inside,
i feel hundreds of eyes on me,
as i walk to the family section,
sit down waiting for it to begin.

Tears pouring out of everybody's eyes
as my mom is talked about,
my aunt says a few words,
kleenex passed out from person to person,
not one tear sheds out of my eyes,
people staring with astonished expressions,
don't judge me is all i can think.

Memories go all around,
high school years,
my dad and hers wedding,
my brother and i,
tears continuing to flow,
people asking me if I'm okay,
and i nod I'm alright,
feeling no emotion what so ever.

A Gorgeous ceremony,
white roses everywhere,
her favorite flower,
pictures of her blown up huge,
its all i can look at,
thinking why aren't you crying,
and wanting to say i love you to her,
more then anything.

My moms funeral,
a beautiful memory of her life,
held in this magnificent church,
hundreds of faces,
some i recognized,
others i never knew about,
all saying "I'm Sorry for your loss".