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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem