On the death of my father, Derrick Bennett

The smell of the flowers
The touch of a hand
Friends so long apart
Now here hugging as planned

The sound of the music
In the chapel softly lilting
Spoken words about our parents;
Dad making chairs & Mom quilting

Our parents now departed
The eulogies in the air
We spoke of the meaning
Of 94 years...and said a prayer


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Copyright 3/31/01 by Emily Parris