The Funeral

You could feel it through the air

The feeling of despair 

From someone's love one dying 

You could hear people crying

Women dressed in black

Men in ties and slacks

Parents telling their children to stay near

And I'm just standing here

Watching as my mother broke down

As my father didn't make a single sound

I watched with a guarded expression on my face

As my brother started to angrily pace

As he shouted to the world angry words

I felt as if I was being stabbed with a sword

So as he ranted and raved 

I bowed my head and prayed

For my brother

And my mother

And my silent and non-talking father

And for my deceased grandfather

For my grandmother who was now widowed and alone

And for my aunt who was in the background on the phone

I prayed for all my family, the women and the men

And with that.....I said, "Amen."