The Wake

At the rosary my mind wanders to the flowers, the casket, anything but me
Not that I ever wished to be absent just that I truly did not care to see
The empty shell you left behind I had only seen you last week
These affairs are for the living and not the dead and the living now weep

It is for the ones closest to me that were closest to you that I am now here
And in the calmness I gain from channeling them I felt you stood near
You still exist, you will always be missed, I just hope you stayed for a while
The serenity spread for from the front row in your memory were laughter and smiles