A funeral hosted by children

A funeral hosted by a child 
is not a drab thing 
instead they color the world 
and forget all the world 
and its suffering. 

At a funeral hosted by a child 
you wear your best dress up clothes 
a princess, a fairy, 
or something in between 
then you scrounge through the woods 
finding this flower or that. 

At a funeral hosted by a child 
you help to make a raft 
of Spanish moss 
wound tight and flat 
you load it with acorns 
and small berries. 

At a funeral hosted by a child 
you lay the flowers on top 
a crocus, 
a dandelion, 
one of grandmothers roses, 
tiny purple flowers 
that don't really have a name. 

At a funeral hosted by a child 
you set your raft afloat 
a river, a pond, the ocean 
it doesn't matter 
you watch it drift and 
you whisper "I miss you, 
I hope you're safe." 
then you go inside 
and put away your frilly clothes. 

At a funeral hosted by a child 
there is nothing to bury 
there is no coffin to scare 
there is no black for mourning. 
There are memories, 
and flowers, 
and hopes, 
and possibly a sigh. 
Because at a funeral hosted by a Child 
no one truly died.