She was lifeless in her satin crate that final day <br />Looking beautiful considering the circumstances <br />Always one to help lessen the blow <br />Gram's mission in life was to comfort or amuse us <br /> <br />Pastel roses surrounded her head as she peacefully rested <br />Their fragrance and the gently blowing curtains becoming one <br />While the mourners tiptoed in and out of the room <br />As though they thought they might awaken her <br /> <br />Many had tightly pursed lips as they turned to walk away <br />Some even appeared to be stifling a laugh <br />While others had a hand over their lips or were wide-eyed <br />As they picked up the pen and then fumbled to put it back down <br /> <br />A tall mahogany table sat next to her casket on that day <br />And instead of a guestbook was a handwritten message to us <br />Where with surely a twinkle in her eye Our Beloved <br />Helpfully left us these parting words: <br /> <br />“Don’t forget to reheat the day-old banana bread before serving it. <br />It’s much fresher that way. See you in Heaven. Gram.” <br /> <br />(8-4-2013) <br />©2013 All Rights Reserved<br /><br />Holly Jamestone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/banana-bread/
