Bouquet for the Dead

 

A bouquet for the dead

Such a blackened home coming

I am sad

For the loss they suffer

A woman, a grandmother

She was the matriarch to my mother

The memories run thin

I knew her love,

      Her hugs,

      Her dried lip kiss

I lost a matriarch

Maybe the pain, the sorrow of loss

Will hit in the moment I watch

As that casket lowers to the ground

Author's Note

Cp. AM Tx. GooGooDolls �Iris, Black Balloon� ok, worded thought, forced writing (Written, New Word