A funeral, in my brain,
Where I see Mourners sadness
It’s the goodbyes and tears falling
The feeling has to come to ease

And when I tell the family to be seated
A Service, where love is shown
Keeps repeating- repeating- till
Everyone there has shown his or her love

And as I prepare that final glimpse
And the goodbyes and falling tears start again
The soul leaves us a shell of emptiness
Then Space for the bereaved-becomes to toll,

And now as I close the box
Heaven’s gate opens to receive the soul
Where rest shall be easy, no heavy burdens
This is where families’ love takes them to the next step

Now it’s time for regrouping
The food is cooked, music bumping
And the Mourners sadness is no more
Until next time at Roscoe’s Mortuary