Occasional Poem

Funeral

I cannot see you in front of me
like a windshield with bad wipers.
I am overtaken
Fear, sadness, helplessness.
What happens next?

I cannot recongnize you.
You look neither like an angel
even though they have tried to make you perfect.
Nor can I search for your
young-loved childhood, broken dreams,
favorite pastimes, passion or warmth.
You are stone. Engraven your
presence and my memories of you,
deeply etched in my heart.

I hope He will take care of you.
I think He will recognize you
and you will find
what you’ve been looking for.
And you will be home.


- Marisha Perry