Rebel

Oh, my dear aunt

How much I misread you

For you proved to be

Rebel to the last.

You made your peace with the church

Attending mass twice in the last month

But refused to be buried in the faith.

Although you had your plot reserved

Alongside your late husband  

You've refused to be buried 

By his side for eternity

You chose to be cremated instead.

"I want to be free"

Your last cry still 

Reverberates in my mind

I hope Death will bring 

The freedom you so desired

Fulfilling your last wish.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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