My Sister Rose

Clumps of earth falling
On the Star of David
Of my sister's coffin,
Like the final thump, thump
Of a dying heartbeat,
A fine woman,
A part of me - gone,
Diminishing my world and me,
My family growing ever
Smaller and smaller,
Till we are all memories
In some eternal scheme of things.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz