Funeral
Soon you’ll be home with her
All dressed up and coloured in
Under soil
Or as scattered ash
Returned to hearth
Emancipated from age
Changed
Forever
Unchanging upon the mantle
We’ll raise cups and drink for you
As mirrors
of a thousand years’
Echoes of praise for the dead
Are never enough
For the ones we have loved
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