Later when she was older
His mother was a greeter
At a small funeral parlor
She smiled in a friendly manner
Though her heart was full of terror
When she led them to the door
And said she would see them after
But she wouldn't be going in
The dead body appalled her
She confided to the guests
One too many times
So they had to let her go
Which she couldn't understand
She wept more than the grievers
Embarrassed to take her hand
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