"It was a nice time, but a sad time."

The casket was lavender.

The flowers were roses.

We cried too much.

It stuffed up our noses.

I wanted to stop;

I'm too sentimental.

But all they talked about

Was how she was nonjudgmental.

It wasn't too sad, it was even nice,

I saw my mom humbled.

I cried but I'm fine.

My thoughts were jumbled.