The Funeral Comments

NOT BAD FOR A FELLOW NORTHERNER

Sean Let me say that this poem is very different from any I have ever read. Yet I understood it completely, because it was exactly how I felt that day. The sun was shining the ground was moist. My heart was buried with him that day. Sean my son was an air-traffic controller at O'hare. I noticed you were from Chicago. He was a beautiful son. He never left home without giving me a kiss. I miss him so much. Cora 'your friend in poetry'

This poem's a little uneven, you rhyme in the first stanza, not in the rest-but beautifully rendered and poignant.