Open Casket

By Kirsten, my friend.

You look like your just sleeping,

I know it is not true.

But I don't want it to be.

I look hard at you,

My tears start streaming down my face.

Finally the Funeral begins,

Me

Dad

Katie

Nick

All of us.

Burst into tears.

Joe comforted Nick and I.

Dad talks about good memories,

Sea World.

Indy 500.

He chokes the words out.

No longer suffering.

We love you Papaw,

And always will.

The End

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