AT THE FUNERAL

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By Sr. Esther Koros OSF

In memory of my late Grand ma . 



At the funeral, make it soft for us,

Let the casket down gently and slow

Not roughly the way you drop a burning iron. 

 

At the funeral, make it soft for us,

Let fine sand caress the casket gently and slow

Not huge stones and cut deep making a second kill.

 

At the funeral, make it soft for us,

Let the sand form a fresh mound

Not forcing it flat with hardened heels.

 

At the funeral, make it soft for us,

Let the grave diggers not be merry

Not as if they are preparing banana holes.

 

At the funeral, make it soft for us,

Let the huge lamps on our throats break lose

Not the hardhearted preacher asking us to be strong.

 

At the funeral, make it soft for us,

Let our resigned hurt hearts break in bits

Not the way you rush us to heal.

 

For I know for sure, we shall meet again.

0726179789 

essyjeru@gmail.com 

Comments

  1. Isaac Koskei9 March 2021 at 10:37

    Waoh, let it be gentle on our souls.

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  2. Tanko J9 March 2021 at 10:47

    Not the hardhearted preacher asking us to be strong. Waaaa! Personally is a strong message. God bless Sr

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  3. Unknown9 March 2021 at 10:47

    Even in the day to day life make each others life soft

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  4. Unknown9 March 2021 at 10:53

    Make it soft for us .....
    A nice one in memory of such an iron lady. Bravo my daughter !

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  5. Bennittes Kipyegon9 March 2021 at 10:55

    Let it be gentle in your soul. May the departed soul of grandma rest in eternal peace

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  6. Unknown9 March 2021 at 10:59

    Make it soft for us

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  7. Unknown9 March 2021 at 11:13

    Certainly....not preparing banana holes. Shosh rest in peace

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  8. Unknown9 March 2021 at 11:15

    Nice poem befitting grandma's send off. Bravo Essy

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  9. Raphael Koros9 March 2021 at 11:33

    RIP grand ma

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  10. Unknown9 March 2021 at 11:34

    At the funeral make it soft. Let the souls of the just be in the hand of God

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  11. Honoré, svd9 March 2021 at 11:34

    Nice one 👍

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  12. Honoré, svd9 March 2021 at 11:34

    Nice one 👍

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  13. Unknown9 March 2021 at 12:46

    Rest in peace grandma.

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  14. Samoei9 March 2021 at 13:00

    A good poem befitting the 'great' grandma.

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  15. Unknown9 March 2021 at 14:23

    Make it soft.
    Btw most grave diggers make merry as they dig it out

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  16. Bethuelmutai9 March 2021 at 14:36

    Rip grandma.

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  17. danb kipkoti9 March 2021 at 19:01

    Rest in peace grandma, you are really talented Sister,I think even grandma is enjoying the poem,,,,keep it up

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  18. Unknown10 March 2021 at 00:32

    A vivid description of your grand ma's funeral, sad though. May she r.i.p.

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  19. Lilian25 March 2021 at 19:23

    So touching

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  20. Unknown10 April 2021 at 20:24

    Wow... The sand should go in gentry. The stone bring the second killing, especially in our ears when the stones hit the casket.

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  21. Tonny Opio15 December 2021 at 15:54

    Make It soft for you us, but she feels better the softness no more

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