Because I Would Not Stop for Death

Because I would not stop for Death
He made a bed for me,
Inside my cell there was a bell
If nurses were of need.

We held a wake my friends brought cake,
And so the stories flowed!
We laughed and cried as if I’d died,
A sweetness in such woe.

The videos of little shows
My nephew made for me.
My college mates, my old ex-dates,
and long-time frenemies!

The Tadg of old his story told
yet still each day they came.
A wake so long a worthy song,
My life so well exclaimed.

Since then, ’tis centuries –
Seems shorter than a day,
The party now it’s over,
The phone rings not for me.

Homage to Emily Dickinson, may she rest in peace.