We returned Tyeshia today - back to the womb,
said goodbye, wept light-drops falling from
our eyes, lowered her to the tomb under
fading skies no more the same.
Glistening nature - alive to every step, each note
kept time. Buds on trees, ravens calling and
tears still falling, hundreds followed down the
road, a ringing bell with souls still singing.
We opened up the earth - Mother took her back again
her voice now snuffed, a candle cold not even smoking,
without light and no more joking, just the sound of
thought-provoking silence and some choking.
Asking why - what joy, to take from such short life and
life so taken, this girl daughter, sister, cousin, niece,
or neighbour, maybe someone's girlfriend, angel, baby, a
brief history at its end, now memory, our minds shaken.
We returned Tyeshia today - back to the womb, bid
farewell and wept, swept the pain of light-drops falling
from our eyes again, lowered beneath dark skies still calling.