Friday Funeral
Words escape me
as I sit in an unfamiliar
house of worship
and bore
into the backs of
his family,
and her family.
One by one, they
share intimate memories,
raw and naked,
exposed to a community
who cry along,
itching to applaud,
scream out,
embrace them.
I want to bolt from the sanctuary
as the families leave
behind the rolling coffin.
Tuvia deftly directs
me through the crowd
to get to Madlyn
for al connection
I need probably more,
than she does.
blkdrama 
Touching poem.
Nice to see sumac after many years away from it.
Now I only see beyond that. It was hard to find a photo for that poem. It was strange for me to watch someone taking lots of photos in the church during the service.
Bonnie
Powerful poem – and a good choice of image. In times of loss we need to draw our inspiration from nature.