The Mourning

She wore black dress from tip to toe

For the mourning of dear friend she had

Who had left for the heavenly abode

Leaving her wonder what the pangs of death bore


A message symbol or sign made into thin air

And she a fashionable wretch had become

Since her friend Tammy, a weather forecaster

Were no more cloud reader as one cloud she had turned


And in her cocoon she sang Russian rhymes

In a moment she had frozen

With an exchange of Bacardi for motion

Till the last sip she drank

And cooed symphonies of dark night and sank


Into another world

Less perfect though

But her own to tell

And amazing songs

To woo with bells


This is the class of emeritus professor

Reading from the Bible

The exodus and the love

She mourned till Monday arose

From up above.



When reading was done

She chose not to say a word

But put words like beads

Sent from the heaven that said


Final Home coming to come

finally when you are undone!


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