Elegiac Memories of Dear Mother

Dear Mother—I longed for your love: so when you passed away I wept; as your spirit rose up above my stinging tears, which were inept, flowed as we began to remove your cold, silent corpse as it slept—. Days passed—they gathered for your wake, a soothing time that was not sad or grave as they tried for my sake to pay their respects and act glad: as you laid there (to never take a breath again), I could’ve gone mad! The hour arrived—the funeral took place on a cold, wintry morn as if dream-like, strange and surreal. Distraught, I felt bereaved and torn as the last rites and burial left me forlorn—oh so forlorn!