The Day of Birth and Death - poem

Yesterday the 'candles' flame died' as I expected,
since it wasn't the real one, just my imagination.
Supposed to have the real candles last night
but no flame in sight, what a sigh!

Yesterday was a special day for me indeed,
received greetings from friends, including strangers.
Supposed to be the day of birth,
but it seemed like the day of death.

I could see her beautiful body lying peacefully
inside the beautiful clear glass box just like snow white did,
no more sorrow, no more tear
just the joy of listening to sweet heavenly tune.

Loved ones kissed her goodbye,
as she left her body behind,
no more sorrow, no more tear
just the joy of listening to sweet heavenly tune.

- Bee

posted Saturday, 24 July 2004