Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on December 12, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Large clear tears
rolled down her cheeks
and tiny shoulders
started to heave.

In her tiny hand
a tiny skull
mouse maybe
or shrew.

In her mind
a little furry animal
that she would never meet.

Arrangements to make
a chocolate box
a spade
a train of mourners.

Dolls stand silent
respectful and serious
as the tiny green and gold coffin

Looking out
when she is safe in bed
a single red rose

in a coke can

marks the grave.