Seems like I've had several poems about funerals. Here is a very tender one.

I sat in a funeral home today
with an open casket of somber gray.
A four year old boy walked up to look in
with the casket the same height as his chin

His curiosity seemed to prevail
as he stared at the body in detail.
What were his thoughts as he stood and stared?
I’d like to have asked but I never dared.

How could his young mind ever understand
something that mystifies the wisest man?
You can’t explain it to him, nor can I.
Can you tell a child what it means to die?

His bright eyes were wide open as he turned.
To know all his thoughts my mind never learned.
Then I was told the deceased was his dad
My heart became heavy – this was so sad.

It seemed there were no right words I could say
I opened my heart and began to pray.
I pray that he’ll be surrounded with love
from family and friends and our God above