Poem -
THE FUNERAL
It was eleven o'clock on the twenty third
A funeral car in the distance was all I heard
The car pulled up onto my mother's drive
The sobbing had started we both wished my dad was still alive
We got to the crematorium and the service was read
So many nice words about my father were duly said
When mum said her piece that's when I started to cry
Father dear father I didn't want you to die
Eighty eight years on earth are now taken away
All that remains is for mum and me to be strong day by day
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Our Dearest Kieran,
Words cannot express the sorrow we feel for you, with the loss of your Beloved Father. You got to spend many more years with him, than Larry did, his Father, who passed away soon after turning 62. I was much more fortunate, my Father living until he was ninety-two. But on the other side of the coin, I lost my Mother to cancer when she was just 50. We realize, the pain of losing one's Parent, no matter how old they may be, is excruciating.
We offer you our deepest condolences.
All our love,
Linda and Larry xxx
My candles are lit and standing proud to
give you love and strength to carry you through,
your never alone with me by your side, to carry on and live your life,
your strong and loving and should never have strife , but have fun and laughter throughout your life ,