Sunday Morning

In Memoriam

The quiet bliss of Sunday morning
Though some long time from day’s grey dawning
Soft and gentle diffused light
Casts no shadows among erections

Rests in peace
From pain released
In loving memory
Sleeps with God

Squirrels play among the trees
Springing quick between the knees
Of bending mourner as she tends
Her loved one’s monument

Pine and yew green and lush
Oak, elm and ash extend the hush
With naked boughs
Rocking gently in the forenoon breeze

Quiet time and I reflect
On the scene where I elect
To spend my morning slowly walking
Among these celebrations of death

When Father Time calls end of play
I sincerely hope there’ll be no way
The ones I leave behind me
Will feel obliged to erect a stone in my memory...