SOLEMN DUTY
The coach glistened, as its highly polished panels reflected the sun,
The windows immaculate, no dirt or water stains that run.
Buffed up, at every available chance,
Pristine care and condition, could be seen at a glance.
The shafts were readied for use, and raised,
Two highly groomed mares reversed, into place.
Their jet black coats shone proud and bright,
They complemented the coach, in the shimmering light.
Harnesses attached, and the plumes standing high,
On top of their heads, pointing to the sky.
They’d a job to do, so must look their best,
While they carried the coffin, to lay to rest.
Todays task was sensitive, and it was quite clear,
They knew that the cortege would shed a tear.
With a coffin of white, and finished in brass,
The pallbearer had an unenviable task.
With outstretched arms, he supported the casket,
Contrasting against his black, buttoned jacket.
The death of a baby is a solemn affair,
Mourners, and passers by, stop and stare.
The life had been short, to say the least,
So we hope that the child can now Rest In Peace .
© Jim Bell
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