Black,Black, Black
Frosty morning sunlight:
Red, purple pink
Flowers scents the air..
Crying, mourning and sobbing.
Chill winds bite
Icy hands reach and touch your heart,
Tearing soul from body.
Black cars snake...
Causing a procession:
Cold body encased:
Rememberance and respect.
She was a lady -
Quite simply the best.
Now she's gone
Peacefully at rest.
The procession it winds....
Slowly through the town.
People stand still, stop and stare
The ground is wet
Many tears we have cried
No one understands
Our Mother has Died