A poem a day for 2013 - day 46 - To Korlah

I know
I was there before
On that front row
Staring at that box 
Polished and gray
Holding my father
The minister said something
I think
Someone sang a song
Maybe
My feet carried me to the front
My mouth opened 
A poem came out
They say
Much of that day is a blur
Every now and again 
I miss him too much
And then I'm ok
Kinda
He was never there
You know
In that box
Clean as it was
He was next to me
Making me laugh
Calling me his daughter
Still
And still