At the viewing
I longed to straighten the hem of a lady’s skirt
make something right on this day
Trying to meet your eyes with mine
over all of the unfamilar heads
reading the cards on the flowers
thinking of my own father, my own mother
what I wished I had done differently
feeling your grief and nursing mine, too
wading through the small talk
for Andy
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I love this poem, especially the first and last lines.