“The Funeral for Childhood” by Regina Miller

by Regina Miller ’22

Winner- Gwendolyn Brooks Poetry Contest

The funeral that came too early

Was one we all had

In the silence of our bedrooms

At night

Staring at the stars

Glowing warm on our ceilings

And clutching our dear animals close

I’m different,

We said

So the next morning

We took our stars down

And sealed them in a jar

We retired our animals

To the closet

In the same way

We buried the fish from the pet store

In our backyards

When they died

At night now

You listen closely

While you look up alone

Into the staggering blackness

You can almost hear the organs weeping

So sad they went so young

You hear the angels whisper