The Hidden Place
As I entered the building, I noticed flowers all around;
Roses, red and yellow, blanketed the ground.
People stood in little groups,
Some quiet, others softly speaking words;
I didn't understand what was happening;
Looking out the window,
I searched for the right words.
I saw my friend's parents
And I gathered the strength;
I was so nervous, I thought I would faint.
Words were exchanged, they were so kind;
My dear friend, I longed to find.
Her mom began crying
As I approached the hidden place;
I was terrified, as I stared down,
Upon my silent friend's face.
Seeming so peaceful, what was I to do?
I couldn't control myself, I began crying too.
I now know what happened
To lead up to that night;
Cancer took it, my sweet friend's life.
Copyright 2008 Christina Giles