The Church Was Quiet

By: Faith Robinson

 

The casket shines like the moon

Their tears stain their faces

as they said their last goodbye

 

The preacher was paid

as they laid the woman to rest

with her family

weeping

 

A sad day:

The church was quiet,

The choir sang as the woman was carried out.

 

A sad day:

The birds were chirping

I think they were saying

She going home

 

A sad day:

She might not have been

rich

or poor

but she will always be

remembered