Poem -
that special rose
Not you who had to tell the cat
Console the dog and All of that
you weren't around when black
clothes came
Deliveries in stormy rain
I felt quite awful for that man and
where were you?
Asleep and calm!
Not you who had to choose the
plot, decide who came or,
Who could not, not you who had
to bag the clothes or
Drop on top that special rose
Never you
who booked the church, decided
wreaths and
Rode the hearse
Or had to get the biscuits in
Though t'was you son
That bought the tin
one christmas
M ~
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Again so relatable dear Marion, my brother's funeral was early December and as I saw my mother claps in pain I really feel this one, you know in Italy it's very different, the funeral is open to all or simply private, without a wake and within 48 hours. Sometimes I reflect on how much easier it would have been for my own mother if it was a quick moment, instead was drawn out for a month. Thank you for listening. 💙
Hi love...we were also December.
Covid( It wasn't a covid death) was rife so only 20 people could come ...I have 5 siblings without all their children. I always felt he never got the send off he deserved. Couldn't even have a wake. Was also a 3 week wait for us. The only thing that was right was the music...he was music. Its good to share something that though is the HUGEST thing in life is expected to be forgotten and not spoken off...so I thankyou ...hugs x
Thank you too ❤️ anytime we are on this wavelength very much together.
I am so very sorry Marion!
P.S I am reading all you poems and say for all: A big hug to you.
Oh don't be sorry love, I don't write for sympathy but for therapy, you are so lovely to care and take the time...hugs to you and yours x