RoseAnn V. Shawiak Funeral Poems

Funeral sorrow draped in the silent glass of loss,
no more love for a shadow even to follow it's lost
heart.
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Preparing for another horizon, sunsetical shores looming ahead,
watching their funeral colors coming to light, filtering silent-
ly into the near-future without being seen.
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Funeral march of Dakar, silencing the voice of reparation,
delving into heritage and culture, killing it slowly
through ignorance and prejudice.
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Midnight funeral, feelings of death touching me deeply
with sorrow, wanting to let go, following you onto
another horizon where your life exists now.
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Sitting here at gate 104, waiting to depart for Phoenix, Not
having had a minute to myself, while in New Jersey for Uncle
Mike's funeral.
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The laughter, lights, fun everywhere.
Where is the boy named Daniel, who loved it all?
Gone is his smiling face, his sudden laughter, his hand
held gently in mine.
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