It was a blur
It was a blur
Of red white and blue
And brass buttons
And old uniforms
And tissues
Crumpled in shaking hands
It was a blur
It was a blur
A whoosh of sounds
Of rifles firing
And women crying
And a lone trumpet
Declaring the loss
It was a blur
It was a blur
Of a tiny brown box
With a tight lid
And a simple engraving
I saw my father's name
Through my tears
It was a blur
It was a blur
Author notes
Just a glimpse into my father's funeral, almost a month ago... my conselor said it would be a step forward in the healing process to try writing... don't tell her, but I think I removed myself from this as I wrote...
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Ah wow,this write is amazing! Really flows amazingly and portrays you're feelings very well.I haven't been in this situation myself but I hope you are doing ok,my heart goes out to you x x x
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