Black dresses swayed like shadows, whispers filled the air,
Roses, crimson tears, upon a coffin bare.
Faces etched with sorrow, lips held words unspoken,
Grief’s heavy cloak descended, spirits bent and broken.
The weight of death, a leaden shroud upon the ground,
Where life’s frail thread was severed, with nary a sound.
Memories danced like fireflies, a bittersweet ballet,
A final farewell whispered, as the sun began to set.
The first time I attended a funeral, I felt the world grow still,
The silence deafening, the air so thick, it made my senses thrill.
I saw the fragility of life, a fleeting, precious flame,
And learned that even in the darkest night, love’s embers still remain.
Tears streamed down weathered faces, like rivers in the rain,
Each drop a proof to a love that wouldn’t wane.
The eulogy, a weave of memories, both grand and small,
A life well-lived, a story etched upon each heart and wall.
The first time I attended a funeral, I felt the world grow still,
The silence deafening, the air so thick, it made my senses thrill.
I saw the fragility of life, a fleeting, precious flame,
And learned that even in the darkest night, love’s embers still remain.
But amidst the grief, a flicker of hope began to bloom,
A promise whispered on the wind, dispelling all the gloom.
For even though the body rests, the spirit soars above,
And the love we shared remains, an everlasting dove.
The first time I attended a funeral, I felt the world grow still,
The silence deafening, the air so thick, it made my senses thrill.
I saw the fragility of life, a fleeting, precious flame,
And learned that even in the darkest night, love’s embers still remain.
And as I walked away that day, with a heart both heavy and light,
I knew that life and death are woven, in an intricate, eternal flight.