Down the kitchen stairs they carried you
Two men were enough, the coffin crew
I wanted to take off the lid to see
If Daddy was asleep. had not left me
Mute and frozen I stood like a stone
In this the place we loved and made a home
We knelt down by the fire to say night prayers
The flames stood up like fingers in the air
The soot fell down, we had a little brush
To sweep the ash,remains of forests crushed.
Later grand-dad died , my brothers pale
Carried his dear coffin down the aisle
Imagined into being by the Mass
Jesus whispered when the storm had passed