Poetic Eulogy for My Girl

O America

Wish I could take You in my arms
Let you cry here on my shoulder,
Sob here for as long as You need
A hand tenderly on Your head
Your Body pressed against my own
If You were not dead, you could mourn
All the transgressions of men.

There, there America,
My Sweet, Sweet Love,
How could You have known?
It was never Your fault -

You were merely a Child, after all.

All things come to death, my Child,
It is the way of this world -
Think of it as opening a door
Passing from one room into another