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The Funeral : Recalling a Day of Tremendous Loss

Updated on December 4, 2016

My reason for writing this poem

Through the years, my family and I have had to say good-bye to a lot of loved ones; some elderly, some not that old, and some just too young to die.

I admit, after we laid my cousin Garth to rest in 1984 when he was merely 14 years of age, I,myself, only a year behind him in age that year, the funeral processions started taking a toll on me. There have been more than a few that I mustered up the courage to attend just the wake but not the funeral, the only exception being my loving young niece's funeral back in December 2013.

I always feel guilty about this, today is no exception as my family is now at another Uncle's memorial service as I write this. I would have liked to have gone to support my Aunt. However, this poem, I hope, will shine the light on my apprehensions when it comes to funerals. I think those who have lost loved ones may relate to my poem.

I want to acknowledge my niece Jessica, as it was her funeral that I replayed these memories from. I love you Jessie! Be waiting for me...

Please take the time and listen to the music videos as well. All three are beautiful songs with meaningful lyrics. Peace and Love. ~Missy


Source

The Funeral Day: Act 1

Two white doors open up

and in an instant, my blood

starts to rush.


The colors outside fast turn

to gray, sorrowful stares are

looking my way.


Death is here; it fills this space,

and the smell of condolences I

can hardly take.


In slow motion I walk the church

aisle, not looking up can I be in

denial...

Act 2

I need someone quickly to

hold me steady. I feel as if

my legs may turn to jelly.


I now stand by a marble

box, that holds a body of

a loved one lost.


The shell of a person who

used to be here; a beautiful

song of hope and cheer.


I tell myself they are just asleep,

I nervously stroke their pale

stiffened cheek.

Act 3 : The Finale

Backing up I fall in my seat

the preacher begins the

eulogy.


What happened? I feel such

delusion. I'm now standing at

the grave site with complete

confusion.


I watch as they lower her in

the ground, a bevy of blood-red

roses falling behind.


Today, I woke up; I felt numb

but alive. Although, it seems

another part of me too

has died.

© 2015 Missy Smith

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    • Frank Atanacio profile image

      Frank Atanacio 22 months ago from Shelton

      i like the dramatics I feel when reading your death and loss.. voted up and awesome

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      Lee Cloak 22 months ago

      Very deep, an awesome piece of writing, extremely strong, thanks for sharing, Lee

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      Missy Smith 22 months ago from Florida

      Thanks so much Frank. It's funny when you have actually gone through these things, then sit down to write about them, just how easy the words flow. Peace and Love ~Missy

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      Missy Smith 22 months ago from Florida

      No, thank you Lee! Your support for my work means so much. I'm so happy you like my poetry. Many Blessings ~Missy

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      Faith Reaper 22 months ago from southern USA

      Excellent writing once again, dear Missy. This is a powerful piece here. I always feel like I am in a sort of dream state when a loved one dies and we have to go through all the motions as you have described so well. I love all of your music choices too.

      Hugs and blessings

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      Missy Smith 22 months ago from Florida

      Thank you Faith. That's exactly the way it feels to me as well; a dream state. I hope I did well to describe it that way. The songs are ones that I listen to a lot. The Enya song I had on repeat for days after my niece died. I love Patty Griffin, and the song I posted of hers is one of my favorites. The Kenny Chesney song reminds me of my cousin who was killed in a hunting accident when we were young. If he were still alive, he would have just had his 45 birthday on June 30. Thanks for reading my words and understanding them so well. :)

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      Mordred Amber-Blythe 22 months ago from Tilburg,Netherlands

      Very profound yet sincere and simple poem.I love this poem.Great job,Missy!I am terribly sorry for your loss.Bless you!

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      Missy Smith 22 months ago from Florida

      Thank you Mihnea, for liking this poem and for your condolences.

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      Faith Reaper 22 months ago from southern USA

      Hi Missy,

      Just a heads-up ...I tried to comment on your latest hub, but you do not have the comment section available, so no one can comment, unless you did that on purpose?

      I hope you have a great weekend ahead.

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      Missy Smith 22 months ago from Florida

      Thanks for telling me. I don't know why comments are not up on that one. I'll check into it.

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      Missy Smith 22 months ago from Florida

      Fixed. Thanks again Faith.

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      Shaloo Walia 17 months ago

      A very moving piece describing the loss of a loved one.

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      Shaloo Walia 17 months ago

      A very moving piece describing the loss of a loved one.

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      Missy Smith 17 months ago from Florida

      Thank you, Swalia! :)

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      Word 17 months ago from Chicago

      Hi Missy, this was very well written and touching. I wrote one too called, How To Get Over The Death.... May God keep you in peace.

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      Missy Smith 17 months ago from Florida

      I have lost a few young family members through the years. My niece was the last one in December 2013. This poem was how I felt the day of her funeral. Thank you, Swalia.

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      Missy Smith 17 months ago from Florida

      Thank you word55. The one you mentioned sounds a little familiar. I will stop by your page when time permits and look that one up. If I haven't read it, I definitely will. Many Blessings!! :)

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