All I Could Do

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This one is prettey self exlpanitory. These were the thoughts going through my head at my Grandad's funeral.

Submitted: January 24, 2007

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Submitted: January 24, 2007

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I was stood,

Trying to sing Jerusalem through the tears.

It was no good,

I just couldn't sing.

All I could do was stare at your coffin.

 

In my head I was hoping, praying and screaming,

"Just knock and we'll hear you.

We'll know you're still alive

And this nightmare will end."

 

But you never knocked, or called out.

I wanted to run up and hug the coffin.

Then maybe you would have heard my sobs and woke up.

But I couldn't.

All I could do was stare at your coffin.

 

I couldn't imagine you inside.

You couldn't be,

This wasn't happening,

Not to you

So healthy.

So young.

 

And I was pregnant.

You were there for my first scan,

You saw my baby,

Your first great grandchild.

I couldn't believe you would never get to meet him.

 

What the priest said was true.

You are loved very much by your grandchildren,

You were like a second father to me.

All the while the priest was talking,

All I could do was stare at your coffin.

 

I was still shouting at you in my head.

"Please!

Wake up.

I beg you!

Please!"

 

I kept imagining that you made a noise.

A knock,

A shout,

A cough.

Anything.

We would jump up

And free you from that wooden nailed-up box.

I'd wrap my arms around you.

But then I'd realise.

I was still staring at your coffin.

 

And you hadn't called at all.

 

 


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