The Grave Yard Shadow Poem by Jackie Cevering

Caution as I walk alone
in the grave yard near my home
fog covering everything
and snow's on every stone.

I see something a shadow
just ahead of me
is it some other visitor
walking that i see.

As the shadow I was seeing
kept walking towards me
we met up at the middle
and it was clear that i must see.

That the funeral we both were attending
was no other than my own
there my casket on display
and many friends and some loved one's showed.

But as the service's ended
right down to the last one gone
i looked for a last time
was it you please say yes, you mom.