Unfinished 27

Unfinished 27

A Poem by _mal

Maybe you didn’t know
At your funeral your toddler would
Climb, monkey like from one set of arms to the next
Staring intently into wrong faces
Before settling confused on her nanas hip
And running outside in her tiny white dress

Maybe you didn’t know
Your mum would lean over your open grave and weep and
Watching the tears spill in after you shake
Like it took all her will to refrain from climbing in too

© 2021 _mal


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oh what an ending...haunting...
I often wonder what it would be like if our spirit could attend our own funeral just to see how people are reacting to our leaving...
would we want to know or not?
j.

Posted 4 Months Ago


_mal

4 Months Ago

Makes me wonder if one would choose to stay and fight

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