The Funeral

Dressed in black, 

The widow did cry.

Seeing her husband

lying close by

The children squirm,

while the adults morn

at this mans service

on a cold winters morn

The black birds crow

in the sky up above,

The family reminisce  

on the old mans love.

The funerals over

its been and gone

but the widow'll always remember

her true and only one...

Reviews

[Nwanna Onyeka Benedict]

Nice piece. Keep on the good work.