We peeked through the slant
of half-closed plantation shutters.
They wheeled her by,
the husk that used to house her spirit—
a whisper enclosed in white plastic.
They wheeled her past
a cacophony of colors—
purples, pinks and gold.
In our lime tree a song bird
as the sun hid behind a cloud
while I sang Te Deum.
Kaddish is the Jewish prayer for the dead. Te Deum is a Christian hymn of praise and gratitude. I rejoiced in a life well-lived
Rest Peacefully, Gerry. April 4, 2014
National Poetry Month–Day 6