When
They are lowered
Into the ground 

When 
Tears of loss

Rain to earth
To moist the soil 

When 
No longer

Their laughter fills the room 

When 
No longer 

The happy clatter of their footsteps 

Maybe then 

But too late

Shall come the understanding 

In death 

There is no difference 
Between us

When then 

Shall there be peace_