Poem 2 of 2. Rate and give honest opinions please?

So..quick 5 minute scribble, rate and give opinion please.

Leaves fluttered on the barren drive

Just before the funeral procession came through

And the clouds that hung low

Produced humid rain

That only irritated the guests

Who had merely come to grieve for the lost one.

Mud splattered the paulbearers shoes

As the casket was carried

Atop respected shoulders

Of grown men who would later break down

In the presence of sadness.

Women held their children close

The faces of the young, tear-stained but confused

Asking questions no one around wanted to answer,

Sometimes never having the answer in the first place.

And the Minister, in his black gown

Dressed for the occasion, and equipped necessarily

"we are gathered here today, to celebrate the life of this

genuine soul whom graced this great Earth with their presence"

His holyness inquires to those who wished to say a few words.

And I step forward, carrying a single rose and a faded journal

filled with poem after poem, each containing a piece of my soul,

I lay both on the casket, saying nothing but knowing all understand.

As the service ends, the wind again swirls

and the pages of the journal are overturned

revealing the words of love

written every which way across the pages, the last page

showing only a large, crudely drawn heart, with the initials of the deceased inside.