Todays Sun, Moved everso slow
It was like impatiently, waiting for tomorrow
We arrived at two, yet it was not till three
This Funeral of a young life, How could this be?
We were both quite anxious and could barely speak
Watching all the mourners looking so bleak
I was now looking at the Funeral, from the other side
I was not The Funeral Director
I knew the beautiful girl that died
The silence was unbearable as we waited behind The Hearse
About 300 people, and the Silence was getting worse
I had not walked this walk for 15 years
When my daughter was in a pram
Yet now she is holding back tears
The families strength was remarkable
With all they had been through, they just stood so tall
As they say'There was not a dry eye'
Not ready, yet knowing, They had to say goodbye
As colourful balloons were all set free
Her Amazing Personality was singing 'Let it Be'
Copyright Reserved May 2014
LYN PAUL
This is a wonderful poem, with so many emotions extremely well described The ending is superb.
Singing let it be...surely she will hold the strength and singing may it be...will tell her how many possibility in life A nice poem with a deep vocal! _Soul
A very sad and moving poem Lyn, Always a tragedy when a young life is lost.
Sun moves slowly from one side to another side. This smooth movement is like as we move to re-visit this beautiful poem. Amazing personality's beautiful poem shines with brightness. An interesting poem is well penned.
Very moving. The stoic acceptance of death has been touchingly inscribed with nice penmanship. It is a beautiful blue poem nicely executed.
A very poignant write describing the helplessness of all the nearer people on the death of a young girl.But the have shown their strength by standing so tall at that point.
the time had came for her to part, but for every mourner, she lays in their heart. (a good dedication)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We've been there all too frequently lately.3 young people in 2 months,2 suicides and one overdose. Not ready, yet knowing, They had to say goodbye Never ready... all too true.