Funerals
I’m drowning in fatigue
and lost in the selfishness
of a third-generation mourning
the love I knew
is worthy by far
of the emptiness I feel
but something within
knows I don’t deserve to grieve
for such a creature,
elated by my smiles.
Her body is still,
Lacking the conflict
Free of the pain
But her spirit
It dances all around me
It sings
Praising the God
Who’s taken her home
And I long to be past this
past the tears and handshakes
past the sadness and sorrow
to a time
when I can sing along.