Que Sera, Sera

My aunt was laid to rest today
With eulogies and rain.
Her children wept and shoveled dirt
In disbelief and pain.

Her life was long and full and rich;
She clearly was adored,
With all of those attending,
Admiration-wise, on board.

My aunt loved "Que sera, sera"
And someone sang it out.
We all joined in, accepting what
That song is all about.

A funeral's an ending
But reminds us we should see
That the future proves the chorus -
What will be will surely be.