In the last 5 years
I’ve been to 5 funerals
So many people laid to rest
Today in the funeral
As she buried her son
I couldn’t help wonder
Who I was really there for
Him to say goodbye
Her to offer needed support
Or me…
    to remind myself
That contrary to how I feel
I am still alive
As much as I’d like to think
It was one of the first two
I’m sure the truth
Is somewhere in between
And I’m ashamed of myself
For making any part of it
No matter how small
About me
But I guess if we were all
To be so very honest
That’s what funerals
Are really about aren’t they
For us to grieve
For us to remember
For us to start
      to somehow heal