My Wife's Burial
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I bade her last sad goodbye
Even the drooping yellow sunflowers hang their heads,
Could I imagine her lovely soul, so sweet, upwards fly?
How I wished I had a perfumed bunch of reds!
Would scatter them on her tomb.
She deserved better, for she was kind, deserved no gloom.
Yet from afar some bagpiper played his dirge of doom.
A soft north breeze blew to ease the terrible pain,
Though there was no hint of impending rain.
Only listless leaves littered all again.
Emotion got better of me as I wiped my eye,
The blazing sun came out to wither, and flower sheds.
My love, your death cannot assume?
Truly, my peace of mind does but complain.
14 July 2021
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