The silence was ringing,
going straight through my skull.
The tension was building, my pain even more,
as we filed thorugh the heavy oak chapel door.
The family and friends, shuffled in, then sat down.
Upon a raised dais with flowers, there it stood, my Auntie Jills coffin,
made of smooth polished wood.
It passed through the curtain and there I stood.
Shaking with sobs, another little bit inside, dropping dead.
As we drifted out we were greeted by sun.
I realised her Journey is not over.
It has only just begun.
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