Her
The casket goes
Lower
And lower
And lower
People weep all around
Sobbing, wailing and silently crying
Noses blown, hands held
Hugs given
She looks peacefully asleep
Her face seems like a baby at rest
No strain near the eyes and no creases between the brows
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Ceremony hits its end
I want my lucky clover,
To revive, retrieve, return her to me
Wake up, wake up wake up!
I remember her as living, loving, laughing
Her life was like a blossoming rose
Flourishing, fragrant and fresh
And she was dazzling
Ink black lace shines into view
tears blinding me, I think
The blossoming rose is freshly cut,
and it’s going to go somewhere special
She could brighten a room like a fluorescent light
She could make you feel loved, loved like a mother caressing her child
She’ll be most happy wherever she may go
Because she’ll be living, loving and laughing
-Leah Punnoose