Death
tomorrow she died
today she lived
yesterday she cried
the breeze opened her eyes
and she tried to size up herself
Like ones self
cremating in the wind
it was the end
small and short no where to resort
she carefully apologized
where is her mind
death is unkind
ashes spread over the ocean
a clear portion
not an abortion
but death
without wealth
She loved herself
like an elf
she shoveled the yard
not a retard
but smart
I will always be in your heart
Copyright © Brenda Hamodey | Year Posted 2016
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