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
A beautiful poem Katherine.
I hope you are well. Have been following your news about the pandemic. Very bad here. 100, 000 new cases every day, My family are all well.
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Good to hear from you,David.I am pleased you like this poem.And that you are all well,Katherine
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