At My Own Funeral 2008

At My Own Funeral

 

I want to be at my

Own funeral.

Friends may cry –

Loyal, tearful distant ones show up.

 

No one loves a funeral. –

Unnatural the natural.  But still,

I want to be there,

Feel myself, feel like a person,

To reassure, be reassured;

Comfort and be comforted.

 

I miss myself already.

Funerals and burials;

Isolating, anti-social,

One ought to be detached,

Not give a fig,

Beyond the air and not care

One way or the other.

 

Dead is dead,

(Or somewhere else).

Perhaps I ought to work on that –

Becoming ready.

 

At My Own Funeral 12.15.2008

Birth, Death & In Between;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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