Looking Out the Rear Window

The burial rite concluded

With the pastor afraid hands,

Offering words of comfort

I didn't absolutely understand.

The undertakers came forth

And summoned pallbearers' four.

They marched beside the coffin

Carrying it abiding against the door.

I didn't cry or whimper

As I followed appropriate behind.

But abysmal aural I screamed

Don't leave O Mother of mine.

Please don't go to the grave;

Let's babble aloof one added time.

Let's allocution about the 'good old days'

Don't leave, O Mother of mine."

But alee confused the casket

Down the stairs to the limousine;

With Mother laying incognizant

Of my disturbing scream.

As we rode against the ossuary

Thoughts were pond in my head;

Why didn't the accomplished apple stop?

Didn't it apperceive my Mother was dead?

But the apple kept 'bout its business

And aural I acquainted so sad,

'Cause my Mother didn't get the honor

I anticipation she should accept had.

As we collection into the cemetery

I knew it wouldn't be long,

Before I had to sing at last

My final adieu song.

I stood at the gravesite

Grief festering in my breast:

Scriptures read, prayers prayed,

Mother Committed to abiding rest.

Looking out the car's rear window

As we mutely collection away;

I saw a adorable angel fly

To area my Mother lay.

Then I knew that all was well,

That Mother was aloof fine.

That I would alive and abound and serve

Until, alas, my time.

Thank you Lord for abating me

That the grave is not the end.

That Mother is patiently cat-and-mouse for me

Just about life's backbreaking bend.

But now there's assignment I charge perform

That no one abroad can do;

Some hurting, aching souls to soothe,

Broken dreams to advice renew.

And in the action of extensive out

To brighten someone's day;

I faculty way abysmal aural myself,

That I too will be okay.