Endless rows of headstones

Perfectly manicured grass

We are here because of the pass

Loved one- surrounded by roses

As mourners softly wipe nose

Muffled cries heard down the row

Tissue in pockets we hold

emotions do flow

Of funeral to our dearly departed

No better a soul to compose

The symphony of loved beholds

The perfect song- sung or perhaps told

Perfectly coiffed hair I’ll miss

A hint of blush giving the world a kiss

Saying goodbye we will

Never forget your presence held still

All that has been

And all that we’ve seen

Is nothing without those

Who we hold, far or close

Their presence never leaves

Elegantly taking on new shades

Each road we might pave

The road for the future

With all before and aft we endure