Funeral

We morn in clenched fists

And, as the burial ends

We only keep as remains

The same deceptive bends,

No one really understood

How we came to see

We’re not the deceased

But our time could be...

We come home, in relief

In fact glad to be alive

It was not our time to go

We are here, we survived…

4-9-2019 – 14.31