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.
♠ ♠ ♠
The mother is dead, father and daughter are at her funeral.

Written for Mibba's April Poem Prompt Challenge found here:

Date: April 12th
Prompt: Funeral
Tag: PP012