Left Behind

• Stephanie Bayly,
• Poetry
• 2007

Cold air, freezing ... still
Warm wet tears, welling in my eyes
Running like rivers down my cheeks
Forming pools in my lap.
Oblivious to the ongoing speeches
Just a slow, steady murmur in the back of my mind
Unable to move my sorrow-filled eyes from the coffin ... glued
But aware of others' mourning.
Beloved golden retriever lying peacefully
Watching up at the coffin with sad, blue eyes
Understanding more than we know
But yet a strong, steady constant.
Shaking with grief
A warm, soft hand slips into mine
My sister's
As she smiles to let me know...
It's all right