The Eulogy

My mum

I sat to write a eulogy
My soul by sorrow pressed.
Requested by her grieving son,
His mother’s time had come.
The highlights of her life on earth,
The road of life she walked,
And all her cherished moments here
Before she touched the dirt.
The names of neighbors and dear friends,
And relatives, near and far,
All briefly penned in exact form,
All mentioned on that morn.
An interesting point hit hard that day,
I noted as I wrote
I found that many from our land
By blood are closely joined;
With diligent study of the line,
Surprises one might find.

Anthony Wendell DeRiggs