Poem After a Funeral

Priest speaking.
(tulips, roses, rest and resurrection)
I can’t see past
the light of the Easter candle.
His voice is
warm and low
behind the symbols.
But she,
she is lit up
beneath a white cloak of baptism,
her 100 years
stretched out
into forever-
warm
on a cold November day.

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