Exceptional short poem my funeral by judester      Funeral Contest Winner

The white silk feels cool against my cheek, Loved ones file by comfort they seek. The music is soft, and flowers divine. Stained glass casts colors on this face of mine. Where were these loved ones when I was alone? No time for tea, couldn't pick up the phone. I hear them weep, cursing the fates. Thanks for the flowers, a little too late. Writing Prompt Write a poem about a funeral from the deceased's perspective Funeral Contest Winner Recognized Author Notes Thanks to CammyCards for the perfect illustration

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