snow on the side
piled several feet high
wooden box
lowered under the rocks
a single tear
with her so near
i reach out my hand
to the overturned land
where your body will be
though your soul will be in heaven with glee
i turn away and sob
but i feel robbed
of joy
of life
of my future
but, ya know
Jesus sits on a throne
with her on his lap
as all the angels clap
for a life well lived
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