I was one among many encircling the grave site.

I stood solemnly,with hands clasped reverently in front,
near enough to hear,but not interfer.

"You taught me how to love." the large man whispered.
Upon exit of the word love, his faced morphed,
exhibiting the characteristics one would associate with
a tearful, terrified little boy.

He struggled to compose himself and bent to kiss and
caress the lusterous wooden casket containing the
physical remains of his mother.

He lingered there, gently patting the hard case as his tears
fell and beaded on the richly polished surface.

Finally, he straightened, looked up, then higher still.....
skyward.....to the heavens, made the sign of the cross
and purposefully walked into the outstreched arms of his wife.

She closed her arms around the large shouldered man,
pulling her into her bosom until their merging bodies
appeared as one.

The cuddling,consoling, shaking mass in harmony emmitted
a primal chant, incomprehendable as word,but it was plain to
all in attendance they were in perfect empathy as their
wailing song continued on.......

From the poetry section, read the original here: Original Poem

a very sincere poem .
please check S7 l2 ..."pulling her into her bosom " , is it a typo or are you trying to say that the wife is now mothering the grieving son ?

Yes, that was a typo....should have been "pulling him into her bosom".
Thanks for pointing that out.......