Elizabeth Padillo Olesen


Saying Goodbye In A Funeral - Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

I attended the funeral of your dear one.
I heard your loud sobbing and screaming
As the coffin of your deceased husband
was carried out from the church aisle.

The black limousine was waiting outside
The caretaker looked at his watch
Each one picked up a white rose and
laid it on the coffin of your dear one.

Still the undertaker looked at you and waited;
You held on to the coffin and would not
Let the limousine drive off your husband-
to the burning heat of the crematorium.

The undertaker started the engine
You stood still sobbing, speaking and moaning
You drowned your heart in anguish so deep
But the funeral service should be culminated.

And the coffin was taken away by that black limousine
With a weak voice, you called, “Please come back”.
And you continued to sob without let up
The sting of death crushed your heart.

And there you stood with the presence
and comfort of your family and friends
No longer alone or bereft in the world
You were surrounded by those who wept
with you, who stood beside you,
waiting when your anguish could subside.

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Funeral of Frannie’s husband, September 5,2015

Topic(s) of this poem: death, feelings, funeral, hope


Comments about Saying Goodbye In A Funeral by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

  • Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (9/12/2015 4:50:00 PM)


    Thanks for comment, dear Lyn Paul. Deeply appreciated. (Report) Reply

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  • Lyn Paul (9/12/2015 7:25:00 AM)


    Already an incredibly difficult day. How heartbreaking to see this. May Frannie know they will meet again.
    Moving words. Thank You
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    Elizabeth Padillo Olesen Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (9/12/2015 4:49:00 PM)

    Thank you so much, Lyn Paul, for giving time to read and comment. Deeply appreciated. Yes, it was heart rending to watch the scene of grief, openly expressed without inhibition. BUt it was real and human. And we who are able to witness to such kind of self-expression of the pain and sorrow that almost chokes one to death, cannot simply look undetached. I cried too with her.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 12, 2015


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