Comments about Chelsea Burn
I walked the flight of stairs,
up to the room he lay in.
Saddened faces passed me in a haze.
I sat in the last pew of the place.
A dark cloud hovered overhead.
People filed in, paying their respects.
My legs tried to move, my mouth tried to smile.
His casket stared me in the face.
Spring flowers tickled my nose, but offered no comfort.
My mother whispered softly in my ear-
'Go say your good-byes to him.'
My heart yelled loudly at her,
He hasn't left!
My eyes surveyed the situation again,
but my heart refused to believe them.
Then my brother ...