She wasn't afraid of death they said
as they lowered her coffin into the ground
She was a brave, vibrant woman
were the loudest words in air so full of sound.

I went to the noisiest funeral ever,
as the space was filled with not crying or cheering
but talk and gossip about the youngest old woman I have ever met.
Even in death, around her you just forget

Your self your ways your life your love
All melted away and comfort took over.
I think I heard laughing that day, it was completely bizzare.
I grew up thinking funerals were supposed to be sober.

She wasn't afraid of death they said
as they lowered her coffin into the ground
She was a brave, vibrant woman
were the loudest words in air so full of sound.

But I wonder, even for a second
If the woman so loved by everyone ever knew
how much she was needed
And if so...why did she decide she was through?