who sings at my funeral
murmuring and Stamering
like she forgot the next verse
quickly she repeats the chorus

"everywhere I go and in all I do,
every step I make,
and every breath I take,
I will always miss you Glay"

out of light I can't see but hear;
a familiar broken voice crying
like how mum mourned dad
I wonder if she will ever heal

she sings like we were friends;
"holding on to our sweet memories
I can fill the Ocean with tears
if it would bring you back to life"

how remorseful a tribute;
from a voice that can't even speak
one day she will ask about Daddy
and mummy will say his in heaven,

am the one who is more broken
I wish can walk back to life for her
just to hear her call me daddy
when she finally gets the voice,

I wish i would stand by the doorway
watching her run to welcome me
a bed time story and a kiss on the forehead as she goes to sleep,

I want to get you a grand piano
and a note book at 6 years
mummy would teach you to sing
and daddy would show you poetry,

who rests a rose on my grave
and waters it with her tears
hoping this sad flower grows
but a tombstone Isn't fertile

I wish she would stop hoping,
for Daddy isn't coming back
to life
i am not in heaven like mummy said
because my heaven is being around
you my little princess.


© glayvin