Stark reality of breaths
when breathed to say good-bye,
to a granite symbol of your life.
Peaceful gaze at last site,
mourning darkness falls
covering the room.
A march of the consoling follows
remembrances given before the lid
goes down covering the flesh,
while the soul clings to earthly ties.
in memory only.
A procession of black travels
a road of the same color,
to a place where darkness is kin.
A line of farewells is formed,
as rain beats down
on the gray misty afternoon.
A journey ended with food and drink,
the loved ones gather to weather the storm.
Memories of the deceased shared,
a final farewell to years of love.
To the ground interred the flesh,
to the wind the soul shall keep. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c1994
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