The Final Coronation

A poem I wrote in 2018 about the passing of my grandmother. Revised a bit and added some new lines.

Photo by Stephanie LeBlanc on Unsplash

They were whispering about grandmother’s body.
The space between pews crowded to them.
Near the bronze organ, a Jesus stained mural
was illuminated by the mourning star.
Welcoming to the dearly departed.
Patronizing to the bare-hearted left behind.
A daughter sat, back arched, silent
the commonplace misery seeping i…