This poem was submitted by Erin.
Tears were unwelcome
at Grandpa’s funeral
harsh and cold like his body
with its Light put out
so we danced in the dew on the lawn by the farm house
Uncle played his truck radio
bright Music filled the night
as we held hands and sang
to the beat of the barefoot
and Uncle spun me in the air while my hair whipped back
Cars drove down the dirt road
Farmers stared as they reached
the town’s only stoplight
Shaking their heads thinking
Didn’t their dad just die and they’re dancing?
This was Grandfather’s life
Dancing, not weeping
All the limbs of his Family
breathing fast in the still air
Living for his Life- Dancing for his Death
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