The Funeral Poem by Rachel Brewer

It’s almost too much to bear.
Remembering the day we put you in the ground.
The single white rose on your coffin,
And the slow sprinkling of rain coming down over us.
I had to watch them as the sent you down,
Silently into the perfectly shaped hole.
And with every foot they lowered you,
Was another tear my heart cried.
As I blinked, real tears fell down my cheeks,
Most of them getting lost in the rain.
My soul aching from all of the pain you have left behind.
I remember standing by your grave stone,
Wishing you a safe journey up to heaven.
And then I lifted my head towards the sky,
I stared at the flooded clouds,
And prayed for them to open fully and wash away all of my anger.

The graveyard emptied, and left me alone with you.
My friend, as I sank in the mud beside you.
This was the moment, at your funeral,
When I opened up my eyes for the first time.
I saw the world and realised that I had to live my life.
Because otherwise it will be too late,
And sooner than I know, people will be crying for me.