Gloomy Reflections On the Demise of Our Beloved Mother

We gathered to lay her in the cold ground; it was to be her resting place—poor Mom! Grieving, I sobbed while my siblings were calm; only I appeared distraught and unsound, overwhelmed at the sudden loss I found too great to bear. It was like a huge bomb had exploded in my life—like napalm! As I sat with tears flowing and profound, the eulogy was then delivered to all. We buried her on a cold, wintry morn; all were mute, as I felt a gloomy pall. Among them I wept, so bereft and torn was I during the funeral withal: all the while, I felt gloomy and forlorn.