A Funeral with Crayons

Mother would have been pleased to see

The children playing and laughing in twos and threes

Looking sweet in swirling dresses or suit and tie

All came with wonderment in each sparkling eye.

The babies came, Tim and Tom, I wanted her to know

I watched them play and thought of no one else to show.

They played with coloring books, markers, and crayons.

Thomas looked at books; he made just a bitty noise.

Little Timmy slept on the enormous couch,

His mouth smushed like a mini-banana.

My mother is with my nana.

I will be with them soon

And babies will color

Babies of all colors

Children and friends and angels

 

Before I leave ladies

Let us color the leaves

Create new beauty

Live simply

Love and laugh

Believe

And always hope -

At least that is what my mother would say.

 

 

 

janaykimble

10/02/2008

In memory of my wonderful mother, sister, and friend, Pamela Collins; August 10-1951 - September 10, 2008

 

 

 

 

A funeral with markers and crayons