Tuesday, 15 March 2016

Three Funerals and a Veil: Dream Poem 16


It was her Father’s funeral
Again
She was all in black, white tights and a long black veil
She wrote her name in black – on her shirt hem - over and over.
She lay on the floor
People were a bit shocked but just looked.

And she was thinking, ‘I only have to do this one more time and that will be three funerals for Dad’.

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