Dry Cry Poem by umoh cyril

People won't stop coming,
The tears will not stop falling,
My sister won't shedding,
The tears that's been welling,

The house grows silent,
The air becomes quiet,
The wail sounds like a sonnet,
Its all getting too quiet,

condolences were shared,
On the bed she shared,
with her children,
But now she is dead,

It all happened in slomo,
Her death was a promo,
For mourners to follow,
One after the other after tomorrow.