Dylan Thomas wrote "After The Funeral" to give attribute his aunt "Ann Jones"

After The Funeral: Dylan Thomas writes this poem in memory of his beloved aunt Ann Jones after her death.  

 He starts the poem with the mule praises of the people who are crying artificially on the death of Ann Jones. The poet is feeling disgusted because of these crocodile tears and more over he is feeling angry because they are doing it in his aunt’s funeral. They are shedding tears that they have lost everything. But the poet is saying that there all are just fake and unreal. Moreover, they are happy because they are alive and just attend the funeral for showing off and for the feast. 

Now, poet is talking about his own story. Anyhow he goes asleep and he wakes up by the sound of digging of the grave. He just standing in front of the window, his eyes are like dry leaves, his heart is like a state fern where no emotions, feelings are not working. The death of aunt gives the chance to the poet to face the reality that death is the one and only truth of life and every living thing has to taste the death. √The poet tries to write a poem to give a tribute to his aunt because this is way he is best at. But now the words are stuck in his mind, not coming out through his pen. 

Then he starts memorizing the happy days and moments he passed with his aunt. Those glorious days make him cry, his emotions starts reflecting from his eyes like a wet window. He starts crying. √He starts remembering about his aunt that she was a lady of 70 years old with a golden heart. She was an honest religious lady who enjoys her life by helping every needed person but never shows it. She was so hard working that though her flesh was meek as milk but her hands were scrubbed due to heavy works. Ann was full of politeness with a wild breast. 

In this poem, aunt works as an inspiration for him and the poet finally successful to give her this tribute. He writes this poem in memory of his aunt so that the following generations could know her and her generosity through this poem.