Sunday, August 19, 2012

Her First Funeral

This is a poem about the first funeral I ever went to a funeral. R.I.P Bluey!




Her First Funeral 

She was running around on Beckler Ave 
Just another ordinary Saturday of her six-year-old life. 
She saw a lifeless body in the middle of the dead-end street. 
A dead bird… a blue jay 
She knew the bird had already passed 
But wanted to put the bird in a safe place. 
The funeral procession started at Beckler Ave and ended in her backyard. 
Gingerly holding the bird, she gazed upon the creature. 
"Bluey" she whispered. 
She worked silently and 
Dug a small grave and 
Built a makeshift cross. 
The bird was buried and with the final pat of the dirt she knew 
Bluey would forever remain in peace 
In the grave that she created 
On that ordinary Saturday.

1 comment:

  1. Great stuff Cammie! I've enjoyed reading your work. Keep writing!

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