The wind is cold
the people all dressed in black
but her coat is warm,
there is a lolly in the pocket.
A voice drones on,
a woman pulls a nasty face
as the cellophane wrapper
crackles and falls to the earth.
Some men lift a box.
In the box is her grandma.
She knows she is meant to be sad
but the lolly is big,
great rivers of sweetness
run over her tongue.
The box goes into a hole.
She remembers to say goodbye.
As they walk away
the people sound cheerful,
relieved of the weight of the box
but the lolly is finished
and so, at last
she begins to cry.
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