Dear Mother, I cherished your love;
so when you passed away I wept.
As your spirit rose up above
my held-back tears, which felt inept,
flowed as we began to remove
your cold, lifeless corpse as it slept.
We then assembled for your wake,
a light event. It was not sad
or grave as we gathered to make
and pay our respects and be glad:
as you laid there to never wake
I worried, What if I go mad!?
Then, suddenly, the funeral
took place on a wintry morning--
all knew their places on arrival.
I wept for you, disbelieving,
as the service and burial
made your death too overwhelming.