And yet. Funeral Poems by Dick Underwood
There's an emptiness in my soul
Like the hunger pain of someone starving;
But I'm not hungry for food,
I'm hungry for you.
There's a blindness in my eyes
Like the darkness of someone who can't see;
But I'm not in the darkness of light,
I'm in the darkness of your absence.
There's a silence in my voice
Like the silence of someone who can't speak;
But I'm not silent through being mute,
I'm silent because I can't speak to you.
There's a deafness in my ears
Like the deafness of someone who can't hear;
But I'm not deaf through not hearing,
I'm deaf because I can't hear you.
There's a numbness in my touch
Like the numbness of someone who has lost all feeling;
But I'm not numb through loosing my feelings,
I'm numb through no longer being able to feel you.
And yet …
Your memory still feeds me.
I still see you in my mind's eye.
I still speak to you,
And I still see you in my dreams.
My heart is still warmed,
From the nearness of your love.
Death cannot take away
The memories we have shared;
And time will not destroy them either.
As long as I live,
My memories of you will bind us together.
Death can only separate us physically.
But emotionally, and lovingly, and spiritually,
We will continue living and growing old together.
© 2010 Dick Underwood