I lifted you as high as I could.
The next day my left arm ached,
And I half-smiled recalling why,
Proof I had done my job.
It came as no real surprise,
To be accused of doing nothing.
The only woman pallbearer,
Of course my body should be brought into play.
The aching of my arm
Was proof
That I didn’t let you down.
Until, of course,
That was the task at hand.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
I lifted you as high as I could.
The next day my left arm ached,
And I half-smiled recalling why,
Proof I had done my job.
It came as no real surprise,
To be accused of doing nothing.
The only woman pallbearer,
Of course my body should be brought into play.
The aching of my arm
Was proof
That I didn’t let you down.
Until, of course,
That was the task at hand.
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