Monday Funerals

 This poem was inspired by the passing of one of my best friends mothers. Truthfully, it is how I see myself reacting if it had been my own mother.



Monday Funerals
by Katherine Racine


I think it was sunny,
          Or perhaps it was raining?
To be honest well,
          Well I really can't recall.
The walls were painted peach,
          But our eyes were painted red.
The silence in the church,
          Could not fix the noise in my head.
I don't remember the next two hours,
          But I am told I held many hands.
I wish someone had pushed me awake,
          Or held my heart in place.
I think (I think I know) I may miss,
          Miss the memory someday.
But for now I just sit with,
          Numbing cream upon my heart.
Seven days have passed,
          And it's 4pm on a Monday.
I am going back to bed.