The Face That Means The Most

• Janelle Florindo, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

Seeing his pale face lying right there
I wish his eyes would open one more time.
It feels as my heart has smashed everywhere
but all I want to be is just all fine.

Looking around my mother there sobbing
the lips of the coffin pursed together.
I say “Come back, you are my everything”
Rapidly more and more cries uncover.

Slowly placing his coffin in the hole
I watch as the coffin touches in place.
All I could feel is my cold empty soul
when it was filled up the flowers were faced.

Gradually the sound decreases with cries.
I’ll see you again in eternal life.