They prepared her funeral

They sat at table,
as before.
All adult now.
Engaged with laptops,
' funeral readings, poems for..a death'.
' She liked Vivaldi, and John O'Donohue,
and che gelida manina,
and Pie Jesus'
Their father cried,
silently, in the bedroom.
The christmas Tree,
all lit seemed dull.
Their Mother had just died,
without an explanation,
nor an expectation.
The presents were named,
and wrapped,
the christmas tree,
with presents beneath,
seemed, well,
silent.

poem by Bernard Kennedy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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