A Mother's Jewel
Red and white garlands draped the treasure chest.
They marched in tandem in the quietness of
The cathedral, offering up sorrowful
Tears to her crimson dressed body
Not even one dropp of red flowed through her veins
As, she lay between the walls of the living
And the dead... the silencer had
Muffled her voice
While from a distance, morbidly taking notes of
My own mortality in a state of gloom …
The pallbearers step forward.
Abundantly reserved, the grieving mother looks on
As white satin covers her precious pearl
Her heart quietly pulsating grief and
Her damp eyes choosing to hide
Behind shades, then with style
And grace, she slowly leads
the procession into the
Entrance, leaving her
Precious jewel in
heaven’s abode.
November 1,2006
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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