She was all we had left of him... “was" a sullen reminder of her passing. Soon we would see the self proclamation of those who said they loved her . But only when she was bruised and beaten down . Her son's a brutal reminder of a motherhood she'd rather forget . Soon she'll be forgotten like the rest . They'll wear black and praise her name , reiterate her dance moves and leaving a space just in case , maybe she knew when those promises would subside , when the demons hushed as those around silently watched as she died . Each sentence riddled with past tense , you lost a sister,we lost a mother and a best friend . At some point , I had hated who she was , swore she was everything but human , but as time aged my mind I saw it all, the brokenness of her , but still she stood tall . She giggled through the torture,even tripped on her own words , made humour of her troubles, clashed her teeth to the next, her defiance a sight to relish in , as frail as she became no one could stop her dancing, glistening with pure wonder, she was everything. Worded within the beauty of torture , chaotic and derived from pain , she grew wings , even with blistered feet she flew again , cackling at the wolves baring her teeth at our sympathy, I knew she clawed her lungs for her last breath , broken and barren we still rejoiced in her absence, licking the dregs of our tears , feasting off our grief , we danced through the night .. barely mentioned the reasons for our gatherings , we swore at the stars , praised a God we'd barely believed in , kissed our teeth to class of wine , clogged our lungs with memories, today we danced with acceptance, tomorrow our feet will hurt with reality. Time will scan our misfortune, conformity dwelling at our feet , we'll sing of your memory, Even though though we know that you're gone
The day of her funeral