a year since mother died
comfortably in her bed
elderly with much pride
well warned and prepared

death we so often dread
coz afterlife is mystified
no guarantee of what’s ahead
want it written out clarified

but as I reside upside down
spring reveals her beauty
as life flourishes all around
we drink in her bountiful booty

for with each breakdown
it is my wanton duty
to declare life’s natural crown
so why be dark and sooty!

d’Verse, death ballad, Lucy