Staring at your pictures hanged on the wall.
Sitting at your usual spot right by the door
Wishing that these smiles may breathe again.
That they may comfort the family that all is well.
The body viewing is done and they are about to take you away.
Why can't you move and silence the wailing daughters?
Bottling up their emotions are your sons
Because you conditioned them that boys shed no tear.
But how do you expect them to survive with a spear pierced through their soft hearts?

Isn't he your eldest son?
As muscular as he stands in his gigantic frame,
Yet that well is welling up in his oval shaped eyes.
The undertaker is signalling that we are behind time.
His spades and shovels are already ready in a row.
Why can't you tell him to wait a little longer that you may bid us farewell?
The resented unexpected visitor had visited you at night.
And you never had the chance to say good bye.
Why don't you raise and do it nw?