The box is fine mohogany,
the beads not used in prayer.
You kneel before my effigy,
as I'm no longer there.
I'm embracing my loved darling.
on a vast and astral plain.
Death has reunited us and we are young again.
I see the tears your grief compels you to shed.
I weep as you don't understand
the freedom of the dead.
While I still lived in nursing homes.
I was frightened and alone.
But now set free of all constraints, -
I have been welcomed home.