SOULLESS

Deceased…
The absence of a soul.
Buried…
Placed within a hole.
Dead…
Without breath of life within.
Killed…
The victim to one’s sin.
Gone forever…
Impossible to bring them back.
So sad…
The laughter you come to lack.
Irreplaceable…
The one you miss so much.
The body…
Of one you truly loved.

4-4-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

EULOGY

A word or two for the deceased.
The soul buried beneath the soil.
One who cannot speak for themselves
at the one time they have everyone together.
What would they say?
You’d be surprised.
They would confess their
Resentment,
Their pain,
Their hurt.
My words would be…
…alas you are all comforted to know
That I am relieved of the ache.
I can no more be deceived.
No longer will I be lied to.
Or played the fool.
I am dead.
And also – no longer loved!

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

NEVER

Death… just what is it?
To know you’ll never, never come back.
Never another night of laughter with a friend.
Never a chance to smile again.
Only placed in a wooden box
And buried beneath the dirt
For your body to rot.
Bugs crawl in and out of your body,
Eventually eating you.
Chewing and chewing away your hair,
Once kept so clean,
Becomes nonexistent,
And it’s a waste that you took care of it.
The feeling of dying
Without knowing what will happen in the future,
For if you do, it wouldn’t matter.
You’re not going to be here.
Death… it’s so scary!

10-11-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Thank you Jesus for seeing me through hard times.
God is my hero!