The Last

As she saw herself laying there so still, so cold.
She looked out and saw the people's tears, hurts, and pains.
She could look into her mother's face and see she was on the edge of a breakdown.
For she had lost her baby girl.

She wished she could have given her mother one last hug before her shell was to be put six feet under the ground.
But as stood over her own body, she at least was happy to know they respected her last wishes and made sure her lipgloss was popping.

She looked out into the audience just to see who had all come to celebrate her homegoing.
She saw this beautiful wise woman, her grandmother.
She did not have a single tear in her eye because she knew her granddaughter had lived a good life.
A life full of laughter and joy.

She also saw this man who resembled her father.
A man who never got the chance to know her.
Who only saw her on the surface.
A man who never knew just how much he had an impact on her life.
A man who was the last person on her mind, before the last beat of her heart.
Praying that he would get himself together so that she could see him again.