Finally– A Poem on My Mother’s Passing

FINALLY

The presence of her absence

Was noted by them all

They waited to hear her familiar walk

Or her southern drawl…

The silence wasn’t deafening

In fact, it spoke a lot,

It meant they were remembering

What they had forgot

In deference they waited

And hoped to hear a sound

But not even a whisper

Came from the burial mound

Death can seem quite final

With someone whom you love

Your heart keeps on yearning

Even when she’s gone above

The birds were singing cheerfully

It seemed so out of place

Shouldn’t the world be mourning

Not just the human race?

The flowers kept on blooming

The sun refused to hide

The cars just kept on moving

And took it all in stride

But the family was quite silent

Standing in the cold

Hoping for renewal

But feeling oh so old.

But then the words came telling

A very different tale

That life’s final victory

Will one day prevail

Ashes to ashes

And dust to dust they say

In sure and certain hope

Of resurrection’s day

4/9/23— Easter. BW3