The Funeral

January 28, 2009
By Anonymous

On the morning of

The funeral, the sky was

Pale and unblemished.


The lilac bushes

Bordering the churchyard smelt

Fresh and sugary.


They were beautiful

Clusters of pure lavender

And white. We loved them.


The grass was mellow

With green, and slick with spring.

We stooped and caressed it.


The sky was pallid

Enough to make us think of

The phrase "baby-blue".


The title summoned

Tears, but seeing the angel

In the churchyard helped.


We felt calmer when

We watched the angel rock our

Baby to slumber.


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