B.J. McKee

(Charlotte, North Carolina)

The Funeral - Poem by B.J. McKee

Silver handles on a casket of steel
Reflecting sunlight...cold and unreal...
Sinking deep into hallowed ground
As the grief-stricken gather 'round.
A mothers tears hidden behind a veil
Youngsters with faces...ghostly pale,
Friends and family of a beloved gone...
A scene too frequent and painfully wrong.
Naught in time could have a greater cost
Than the life of a child to violence lost!

Comments about The Funeral by B.J. McKee

  • Rookie David Blaine (7/8/2006 12:05:00 PM)

    Just great. There is too much emotion in this poem and thats what drives the poets. Great. Simply great (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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