They say that when it rains
a good person has died
It rained that day
and rightly so
I was a pallbearer
One of two girls
Among eight manly hands
As I kneeled before your coffin
Just before they closed the lid
All the tears I had been trying to hold back
Came to the surface and choked me
I cried even though I said I was strong
Everyone did but I think it hit me the most
Every time I cried, someone else would
And that would make me cry even more
(I'm such a sap)
So many came to your visitation
You would have been proud
If you could see what we did for you
Grandma said you donated your eyes
So a good thing came out of this
A part of you will live on
Someone will be able to see the world now
Through your eyes
We lowered you into a vault
They buried you
We placed flowers down
I saved a red rose, it's still hanging
Upside down off of my bedroom mirror
And every time I see a butterfly...
I will think of you
Author notes
6-12-2004
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