Sister Poetry

GOD

 slipped into the coffin with me.

He didn’t move---didn’t even say a word---

Didn’t even rustle the shirred taffeta

Surrounding me.

TOGETHER

We listened to my accolades—my grand

Accomplishments known far and wide!

(Once when it got too preposterous,

He poked me in the side.)

A FEW

Really honest friends recalled

(of course in “sotto voce”) some

details that were far from grand.

(Made me damn nervous—till He reached over

And squeezed my hand

Reassuringly!)

IT’S GOOD

These things don’t last too long.

We were both impatient for the final prayer

And song

To end the whole charade.

So, a final sprinkling and a

Fastened lid set off the slow parade

WE LISTENED

To some blowing noses.

Listened till the last grin, and we

Laughed

And laughed

Right on into the DAY!