Comments about Shawna Brackens-Maggard
We laughed, shared secrets, sometimes even dreams
but then she had to go to sleep
when I woke up the room was silent.
Where were those familiar sounds
of laughter that had once filled the air?
And who were all those people gathered
in the living room, dining room,
front porch, everywhere?
"Where's Marilyn," I asked.
Fried chicken, covered dishes
kin folks and friends
like rivers and streams
the minister prayed
and bowed his head
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
"She's asleep," Momma said.