A Burial Out of Sequence

Putting one foot forward

Softly tamping down the dirt

Stepping through the garden's gate

Tears streaming down my face

To the spot where I will bury you

Almost all the way there

Under olive and brush elm

Halfway now I find myself

Your tiny body stiff and cold

I don't know if I can do this

Thinking of the joy you brought to me

I am not sure where to begin

I place you gently down to rest

Why did you leave me? Why must you be gone?

Never again to rise

My dearest little thing

Sleeping now until the end when I will join you there