I was bruised and worn smelling fishy
I stopped by your door
And smelled something meaty
Your *** of soup was soothing to taste
And your bouncy couch touched with honor
Your favorite smile tasted like cherries
And your graceful hands served with courtesy
You nurtured groomed and pampered me
Touching all cords of my being with care
Your very fine and pleasant self
Scolded grief off my chest
Few months on I heard a knock
The look on his face was a messy conundrum
And oh a more twisted puzzle  
Was the news that you joined the heavenly ones
A truth I could only genuinely solve
When I laid a wreath on your tomb
Back in your house same reflective day
I looked into your white bedside mirror
And saw you clear standing right there
Did the doctor properly lie?
Or the siren genuinely faked?
I could promise I saw you real
I saw your plain humble face
And saw your colourful breath
I saw your clear pretty smile
And saw your bona fide warmth

The holy woman in the clever mirror
Was the maiden you carefully nurtured
The woman you gently groomed
And the angel you smoothly pampered
I masticated every word you sang
Now here I am
Looking pretty
just like you