It is Well

The funeral passed as a fog set to Minor D.
My belly enceinte with her progeny
combined with a heart in pieces
sent my essence into auto-pilot
as the ceremony floated by.

The grand procession to the burial grounds
enlivened my dormant soul.
How she would have loved the pomp.
Motorcade police screeched an entire city to a stop
As her remains and those who mourned the whole flew swiftly by.
Inebriation caught from the very wonder and awe I’d inherited from her.

The weeping communion of family at the gravesite was a concert to behold.
How to suitably lower this divinity into the ground
as shattered, we were left standing.
So we sang. With each note, strands of her DNA mingled with the wind.
Each shovel of dirt percussion
and our harmonizing laments her very breath.


And though my swollen body growing an extra heart and mind wouldn’t grasp it then, peace like a river flowed that day and it was, indeed, well with my soul.

Written by Rachelleundrgrd
Author's Note
Written for the Funeral competition around the death of my mother. It is Well is a old gospel song that encapsulates perfectly the deep feeling of grief that can live simultaneous to the quiet knowing that all is well.
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