A TIDING OF MAGPIES (by India)
A tiding of sorrow, for I cannot see,
I turn around, but light blinds me.
The sadness of the people fills the air,
As I look around, I see friends and family there.
Crying and weeping, everyone dressed in black.
I hear my mother say it’s hard for her to sleep,
Then I try to talk back.
She cannot hear me, not a word I say.
I shout “What’s wrong?” but she moves away.
I walk to the front, and there I see me.
Lying in a casket so peacefully. »Read More