In a Place of Solace - Silverstein

A casket opened up

A family gathers here

I may not have been

What you wanted me to have been, for your first born

Do they mourn my life, or celebrate my death?

Do they celebrate my death?

This casket, close it up

No one speaks, no one says a word

No one even stands

This is honesty through passivity

Looking away

This is ignorance through abstinence

You stay away

It ends with ashes

To destroy the evidence and block the memory

Close it up, black it out and remain in a place of solace