Floating on a sea of black, tissues, baby’s breath and veils
A low bench lay in front of the vessel with golden rails
Knocking knees and goosebumps, I dared to peek into the bin
Alas, just another empty box was contained within!
I recognized this pale casing adorned in lace and pearls
But there was something quite fraudulent in those chestnut swirls
That exquisite treasure chest had been robbed of all its gold
That once raucous ocean had become still, silent, and cold
And yet the world continued entanglement with this thing!
I did not know where it was, but I knew what was missing
Thoughts and nonsense echoed near the sinister artifice
This bewildered child snuck away from the rottenness
That vessel was more frightening than spider, witch or thunder
Whatever was left in that box, it was not my Mother
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