Mourning
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
disappears.
Looking out
when she is safe in bed
a single red rose
in a coke can
marks the grave.
English