Funeral

by Columbine

The concert was last weekend, not today like someone told me
And the movie was sold out, but the church was right next door
The organist was playing songs I hadn't heard since childhood
So I stayed to hear a eulogy I'd read somewhere before
The lilies in the candlelight seemed comforting and certain
And what's an open coffin to a worldly sort like me?
When the usher motioned my turn I took up his invitation
To decline an offered viewing is an impropriety
I was grateful that I did it on approaching that strange lady
She held to her a rose that would not know another hand
Her hair was done in ringlets that so sweetened her cold features
That she seemed a lass of legend, not a daughter of the land
The dress she wore recalled the one I gave my little cousin
A diamond like the one I lost upon her finger shone
If she hadn't looked so calm on the occasion of her funeral
I might have been dismayed on finding out it was my own.

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