Remember The Dead Poem by Sheena Blackhall

In terms of goods:
Small change, pitiful payday loans
Maxxed out credit cards
A passport, rarely used

Bills and reminders of debts
Threats of sheriff's officers
Official demands, crumpled, torn in a corner

A laptop, second hand,
The ghost of a face, in focus
The skeleton of a book not yet fleshed out

Keys for a vandalised car
A run down watch
Patched sofa, threadbare curtains

In terms of love
Remember the dead
They are so much more than their things
They are part of the fabric of family
The laughter, tears of mischance

Remember the dead
And mourn them, if ever
You cared for them in life

Remember the dead
They've stepped away from their sorrows,
May the next step into the dark
Prove kinder to them