March 19th

No one wanted the service to end

nor the coffin to leave….

She was so alive in the words spoken in the music so boldly played

memories so beautifully broken in the prayers said

as if God were there The little girl smiles at her red-eyed dad Does he see her eyes in theirs

But it did. Today I mourn the losses -all of them As I watch the song bird shivering for Spring A young mother, a little boy praying, an almost daughter, a birthday father Death be proud, done nonetheless .

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