Funeral Dress

I wonder, will you mourn me?
Will you leave your high paying
job for a day, maybe an hour?
Will you drive to the nearest
Kroger to buy me roses
when you can't remember
that I love lilies.
Will you park at Jerry
Spears, step out the
car, and walk through the
glass doors?

And will you stand in a
line, waiting your turn,
behind about fifty people,
only fifty?
Will you, once you see me,
press a kiss upon my chilled
cheek and lay the roses on my
crossed hands?

Or will you stay at that
job while I'm being shown and
buried or even just burned?

I was just wondering
because I wanted to know
what dress I should wear, I know
you like the blue one.

Author's Note

Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary.
It happens all the time.
Susan Cheever

Reviews

[freelancejouster]

simple and flowing well, this poem is quite touching. i think you could have elaborated more into the fact that the 'you' in your poem might not show up to your funeral, that would have madethe poem seem more concise. it felt a little like it ended suddenly where it didn't need to.

[♥Kaitlyn♥]

This poem was really really good
I enjoyed reading it

[M.Babu]

This is a wonderful poem and it exudes your obvious talent erica. From the structure to the wording to the humor at the end you have a gift. I enjoyed this piece

[Denise]

I really love this...it is beautiful in a morbid kind of way, but then don't we all wonder who would truly care if and when that fateful day comes? I liked how you took something as your own death and made it as simple as picking out a dress!