The Funeral Suit


another death…

a celebration of life


gliding past in videos and photographs

of happier times when life was full


a black wool suit for a winters passing

a silk linen blend for warm weathers mourning


hanging in my closet never wanting to be worn


i’ve had them both for years, through too many a tear

droplets avowing the fabric of a life


i’ll slip it on again as my fingers caress

the past fibers of my grief


entwined throughout each thread


tears plummet onto my funeral suit once more

as I silently wonder how much further pain


my funeral suit can bear 





About drapersmeadow4

I am a writer, life-long learner, and philosopher of all things, who also happens to be Irish, sarcastic and very intuitive. I'm an 'every-aged' woman who never plans on growing up, just evolving as I go. My debut memoir is due out fall of 2019.
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2 Responses to The Funeral Suit

  1. this is stunning – thank you

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