Not the Funeral

I won't look into her casket.

I won't watch her funeral.

I won't cry again.

I won't let myself hurt like that.

I already saw her still body once.

Is that not enough?

I saw her,

Mouth lolled open,

Skin yellowish green,

Hair white,

And eyes shut.

I looked at Death

And held back vomit

And bitter tears

And ferocious screams.

People shouldn't look like that.

They should look like they're asleep.

She looked so dead

And so sick.

The sight was horrible to bear.

I won't go to her funeral.

I won't gaze at her dead body.

I won't accept the new life that is coming.

After the funeral,

My sister's water broke.

Soon after, 

She had a little baby girl.

That little baby girl

Is so special

But it's so sad.

She arrived too late

To see her great great grandmother.

Author's Note

This actually happened... So yeah....