So Cold

The corpse was on display

For everyone to see

To say their goodbyes

I was maybe 12 years old

And there lay my great grandma

I was terrified

Not sure of what to do

Then my grandma took my hand

And put it on the cold hand in the casket

I was mortified


Sure everyone was watching me

Is this what everyone did

I wanted to wash my hand

That wasn’t my great grandma

My great grandma always smiled

We sat and watched others

There was a sermon I don’t remember

Because I watched it so it wouldn’t move

Then they took it away, down the aisle

I don’t remember much else

But I still feel the cold

Instead of her always warm hand

Still see that sour sad face

That used to grin

That corpse was not my great grandma

But I will never forget it


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – corpse