Dream Poem 16


It was Dad’s funeral
Again
I was all in black with white tights and a long black veil
I was writing my name in black – on my shirt hem - over and over.
At one point I lay on the floor
People were a bit shocked but just looked.
The funeral service was held in a school class room, the children had put their chairs on the tables.

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

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