Unbearable Beauty In Black

Bells summoned as they tolled the sad departure Of my poor mother’s sudden demise. I led the short funeral procession Towards her eternal resting sepulchre. Before her black ebony casket was closed, I looked intently down at her, still beautiful. Her dress, her favourite, all lace in black. That was her last and final wish. They laid her in a damp black tomb Surrounded by tall dark cypress trees, A breeze sighed and soughed softly in sorrow While I stood head bowed down in grief. Lifeless leaves fell in yellow-red bunches And covered up her ghostly grave No tears streamed down my face, heartbroken, Strewed instead black roses, fragrant and sweet.