Her Funeral
To her funeral I went,
my tears were all spent.
My heart was bent,
I really wanted to vent.
Again and again I cried,
till my tears dried.
My face I wanted to hide,
but I was poked to the side.
Our daughter looked at me,
calm she tried to be.
I hoped you'd be able to see,
the bride she will be.
my tears were all spent.
My heart was bent,
I really wanted to vent.
Again and again I cried,
till my tears dried.
My face I wanted to hide,
but I was poked to the side.
Our daughter looked at me,
calm she tried to be.
I hoped you'd be able to see,
the bride she will be.
♠ ♠ ♠
The mother is dead, father and daughter are at her funeral.Written for Mibba's April Poem Prompt Challenge found here:
http://www.mibba.com/Forums/Topic/185135/Aprils-Poem-Prompt-Challenge/
Date: April 12th
Prompt: Funeral
Tag: PP012