GRIEF Poem: Frank Sinatra played as your coffin lay, by Lilyth Coglan

It only feels like yesterday
I sat on the fourth row
As your coffin lay
Frank Sinatra played
Nobody wanted to say
How much they loved you
So I wrote a paragraph or two
On a scrunched up piece of paper
That I later, left in the room
Next to you
It was full of flowers
From some people you knew.

I don’t think you would have liked
The way things went about.

I was brought to you
In a blacked limousine
Sat inbetween
Your daughters
You raised me the same
Since my mum had me
So young.

It was fun.

Fun feels like yesterday
Seeing your face
As I sat behind you
In the crusty leather
The car never weathered
Neither did you.