Cold Goodbye

Cold Goodbye

With heads held low, 'neath weeping skies,
we followed Mom past spooky graves.
Us kids, with hearts held in our hands,
dripped tears that chilled our bones.

With bodies wrapped in chains of grief,
we walked, stiff-legged, as if zombies
like when we played with outreached arms,
with moans to chill your bones.

Dad used to tell us ghost stories
of walking dead in dark graveyards.
His eyes would widen, oozing fear,
his voice would chill your bones.

Like stair steps, next to Mom we stood;
the preacher's words rained down on us.
We watched as Dad was laid to rest
in rain that chilled our bones.

Amidst a stand of death's cold stones
we'd say our last goodbyes to Dad.
Distraught, from sadness mixed with fear,
our cries would chill your bones.



MONODY, a poem lamenting another’s death.