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by Susan Fenton

Created on: July 21, 2009 Last Updated: April 01, 2011

Holy Family

The shiny pink monsignor speaks
from high above the slate gray coffin.
The cloud of words describes a man so
Dependable, generous, faithful.
In the first row
The bleached-blonde second wife
and her children are draped in black
and blink red-rimmed liquid eyes.

In the third row
A son
from the marriage that was wiped away
Grieves for a different father,
And for never knowing the one being mourned today.

High on the wall
Mary and Joseph watch with granite smiles
Immobile arms ever flung open towards
Jesus, who observes with fixed gaze
And never steps into their embrace.

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Poetry: The funeral

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Above her marbled frame the incense burns;
her wretched death has made our souls to yearn
she have but one more moment,
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Here we march the grey parade
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the flowers stink so sticky-sweet
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by Carol Gioia

A beautiful funeral,
all attendees agree.
No need to be sad,
now her spirit is free

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The mass of mourners
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by Jon Coe

Like a light that flickered when loved ones were near
An absence well noticed by those that are dear
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