Beloved Rano – rest in peace, my niece.
Enters Death dressed in white, a black riddle.
The coffin dons pink.
And no flowers we’ll bring
For one, who was our flower, has withered.
The body’s so still, the hair with a part down the middle.
You’ll wear no ring,
We lost our spring,
A Death serenade on a black forlorn fiddle.
They played our song, “The Brown eyed girl”
I drove to the hospital singing.
Green curtain was quietly ringing,
The nurse pulled it, saw me, and cried.
I collapsed with a scream, “She couldn’t die”.
The final bang of the furnace.
The flames, unseen, the flames.
The river sways ashes of my brown eyed girl
Her song in my heart remains.
Gone is my brown-eyed girl
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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