Grandma's Funeral

You look like you're asleep,
as you lay there,
surrounded by flowers,
hands at your side.
Any second now you'll wake up,
and kiss my forehead,
and tell me how much I've grown.

But you don't wear makeup,
and you don't have straight hair,
and you don't sleep on your back.
I know you aren't asleep.

But, I cant cry.
I didn't know you.
Not like the man next to me.
My dad, your son.
He remembers you making breakfast,
and telling him to clean his room,
and holding him close when he was still so small.

And then... I think that someday,
he will be the one before me,
sleeping all too peacefully,
surrounded by colorful flowers.

My eyes swell with tears
and I turn away from you.
I turn away from the future.
Someday, he will fall asleep
and never wake up.