My Mom's funeral. I was stresses as hell, my kids were crying and somehow my brain kind of checked out for a moment.
Same old church, remodeled room, rushing memories
Then an invincible 18, now an aching 39
Feebly raise my eyes, heavy with tears
From an image of Mom on a folded program
Once-familiar faces that were 70 then, 90 now
Doesn't anybody die here?