Coping with the passing of a loved one
There is a cheerless somber in every room.
Stacey is staring at the Plasma-screen.
Miserably reflecting on what once had been.
‘Twas a sultry evening in the midst of May,
When Alex closed his eyes and slipped away.
She’d felt trapped in tunnel with no lighted end,
As her heart had broken for her absent friend.
Upon a small round table sits a glass of port,
And the assorted nibbles that she has bought.
But her desire for food and drink has dwindled,
And need for self-denial rekindled.
She perusals the albums within her mind;
Of love’s devotion and smiles so kind.
As slow the wall-clock ticks away,
Throughout the night to the break of day.
The sun is shining in the clear blue sky,
Birds twitter-tweet from the trees near by.
She hides the feelings that so frustrate her,
As she drives the hearse for the undertaker.