Girl Eulogy Poems

What am I waiting for?
I am waiting for the day I find a place where I belong.
I am waiting to swap my pain for compassion.
Waiting...

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I look to the sky
to see Doves fly
For then I know 
that you’re nearby
Dearest Son 
On the day you died
For me your Mum 
I heard...

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Inevitable death defines afterlife - deux

Flinty stones figuratively rolling inside
whooping out that primal 
binaural beat of your drum
ma mind haphazardly 
ricocheting axon to neuron
inducing inxs...

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‘Twas he, ‘Twas he,
  Who fought for the free,
‘Twas he, ‘Twas he,
  Was how a man should be.

He was betrayed by his own,
...

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A Golden Girl, Ms. Betty White, one day shall meet
Your life measured in memories that were sweet
May you tap dance to the rhythm of the...

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Final Lullaby
by Michael R. Burch

for my mother, Christine Ena Burch

Sleep peacefully—for now your suffering’s over.

Sleep peacefully—immune to all distress,
like pebbles unaware of raging waves.

Sleep peacefully—like...

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That giggle that wiggle and a saucy laugh to boot,
Star of film, theatre and tv,
A naughty bubbly blond in a small package,
Some called her brassy...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The definition of a beautiful black woman
Ever cheerful, reliable, useful and wonderful

The twenty-four elders bow daily at the sight of her dimple
Each time she smiles,...

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Anna Hanson died on her birthday,  
“She had a seizure, swallowed her tongue.”
three hours before her 13th year had begun.

“What is epilepsy?” We needed...

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Emilia In Romagna

Somewhere a lost little girl
Is crying in her bedroom closet
Because she can’t hear
Her mama
Moving about anymore
She can see dim shapes
Mama stored stuff in...

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Elegy for a little girl, lost
by Michael R. Burch

. . . qui laetificat juventutem meam . . .

She was the joy of my youth,
and now...

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Elegy for a little girl, lost
by Michael R. Burch

. . . qui laetificat juventutem meam . . .

She was the joy of my youth,
and now...

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It hasn’t been so long, you know.
Since I saw, your eyes aglow.
. . . They smiled a little smile for me.

You had your joy, you...

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Athenian Epitaphs

Mariner, do not ask whose tomb this may be,
but go with good fortune: I wish you a kinder sea.
—Michael R. Burch, after Plato

Does my...

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