The day of her funeral <br />they came in their thousands <br />to bless her final rest <br /> <br />snowflake upon snowflake <br /> <br />falling into the empty endless grave <br /> <br />as if prayer <br />upon prayer <br /> <br />until all was white...quiet. <br /> <br />No people ever came <br />then...& now. <br /> <br />As a child <br />she held the treasure <br /> <br />of the first snowflakes falling <br />one by one <br /> <br />resting on her eyelids <br />(her mind blossoming <br />into awe & wonder) <br /> <br />tasting them upon her tongue <br /> <br />as if the sky was shedding itself <br /> <br />the snowflakes came <br />in their thousands <br /> <br />erasing the language <br />of the landscape <br /> <br />like a child's drawing <br /> <br />all things dressed in white <br />all things held in silence. <br /> <br />The day of her funeral <br />they came in their thousands <br /> <br />snowflake upon snowflake <br /> <br />untill all <br />was white <br /> <br />...quiet.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-quiet/
