Bitter styrofoam coffee
Under cold fluorescent lights.

The constant quiet humming
Of discrete electric fans.

A sturdy wooden box
Of conspicuous proportions.

Hearts churning in a brew
Of sadness and relief.

Hushed voices carrying equal parts
Of bitterness and laughter.

Grey thin walls barely muffling
Distant tears and gentle snoring.

What weird and fractured backdrop
For loving last goodbyes.

Farewell Momma G.