A time to be grateful for what was,
To say what went unsaid
And hold close those you love
That’s what a funeral is for
She’s already found peace in the
Place reserved for her
Free of every earthly hardship
Grandpa lived amidst the flowers
Of the rose garden he kept with care
A legacy of thorns and petals
That makes us feel like he’s still there
The grim reaper stood over my grave, casting his gray gaze down on me
He tried, as he and I had for so many years, to understand the human emotion –
my human emotion –
