Ms. Walker
By Joi Maree Flowers
You'd thought Ms Walker had kinfolk who loved her
As much as she spoke highly of her family
You'd thought she had a host of friends
With her greeting everyone one with the biggest smile who passed her way
You'd thought her life was full
Seeing she was always on the go to somewhere
But she was empty
And alone
And though the sun shined upon her
Inside her world was still stuck in the season of Winter
And when she got called home to glory
The only voice that spoke at her funeral
Was from the only person there
The Preacher
And he mourned not
As he was there
Only to eulogize her
Just as he'd done for others
He didn't know
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