The coffee has grown cold
and the crumpled Marlboro burns away
like a stale memory
next to the others in the ashtray

Born of Catholics
but not Catholic
I attended her mass
but did not take communion

The coffee has grown cold
and the crumpled Marlboro burns away
like a stale memory
next to the others in the ashtray

I stood witness at the gravesite
while she was interred with our Grandfather
long journey for her ended; at rest at last
I say goodbye to the last of an era

The coffee has grown cold
and the crumpled Marlboro burns away
like a stale memory
next to the others in the ashtray

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