Transitions

Grief is stark white.
Painful.
Mourners' sorrowful heads,
Bowing, hiding their feelings from watchful eyes.
Children feeling insecure; security blankets no longer
strong.
Threadbare sheets are now empty.
Closing, but what?
Hoping that there IS another place,
Happier,
Where old friends will reunite
which time is opposite of a wedding,
This is full of promises for the years to come,
Doors opening to possibilities.
Now, wishing for the service to close.