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Two Poems from our Funerals Poetry Collection

GLASGOW

Author:	Blakely Marcinkowski

Poem:	GLASGOW

	As the rain trickles down, A weeping crowd gathers to mourn, Circling around a hole in the dirt. Umbrellas and raincoats in shades of black, Tear-streaked faces hidden behind veils, A holy man tries to comfort the loss. Far away family is at a loss, Why couldn’t they make it down? At least for the unveiling Of the body this morning. On the drive to the mortuary, the skies turn black, Rain making mud of the once dry dirt. Somehow, seeing the dirt, I remember sitting in his garden thinking hope was lost. He would tell me that even the black Storm clouds never fall all the way down. My favorite memory is the morning He gave me his mother’s wedding veil. We arrive at the mortuary, and the veil Is pulled off the coffin. The dirt That seemed to always be under his nails from early morning Gardening, gone, the smiling twinkle in his eyes-lost. I kneel beside him, looking sown, There he is so serious in his tuxedo of black. Small bags under his eyes, blue and black In color, his face pale as if draped with a veil. The lining of his eternal bed, a soft, silk covered down. Everything so sterile, not a speck of dirt Anywhere. I seem to be lost In memories of his smile on spring mornings. The procession of cars even seems to mourn. The lead car, carrying him, the long, black Hearse. Tombstones of the forgotten and lost Loom atop the hill. Cobwebs gently veiling The names of long ago. The coffin is lowered in the dirt. We stand praying as it goes down. Down, to join the nameless veiled, Down, to drown in dirt, Down, to disappear. Down…down…down.

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IN MEMORY OF MOM

Author:	Brandy Boggs

Poem:	IN MEMORY OF MOM

	As I say goodbye to mom today I sit and wonder why it has to be this way I start to cry as I see her in the casket I wipe my tears as I pick a flower from the basket I loved her so much I miss her already I want to feel her soft gentle touch Just to see her smile once more To look up and see her standing at my door She was always soft, kind, and full of love I know in my heart she is with the Lord above No more suffering and pain Nothing will ever be the same There is always a place in my heart There is where we will never part

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