The funeral

Sometimes it happens this way

She would go but no tears would fall,
her make-up would remain blemish free
unlike her memories of the man.
She had loved him, of course she had,
but that love disappeared with him,
not immediately but over time
like thick fog dissipating under a warming sun.
At first she would cry, ask repeatedly
" where's dad mum, when is he coming home"
but this too over time petered out
with mum becoming both, and everything,
the foundation upon which her life built.
Today though she would stand strong,
be the crutch for a woman that never stopped loving,
hoping...

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Gee! :)
Half the kids in this site write about suicide. You may be pushing them toward the cliff with this but of sunshine. Haha

[Gee]

There are far to many attention seeking wee fuckers that need a good dose of reality to square then up, either that or a slap round the head:)
Cheers

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, true and a emotional ride in the poem my dear friend. I know. Pain become more painful. Grasping the pain. Break our heart, over and over. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Gee]

Thanks Coyote. Hope you are keeping well.

[Coyote Poetry]

I am well. My daughter had a boy. Now I have five grandchildren and you are welcome my friend.

[Gee]

Congratulations to you all :))

[NiomaNorma]

I like this one it pretty good

[Gee]

Thank you..

[Ankita Dwivedi]

Drowning in grief is a luxury not all have ... It never ends , we just find ways to cope with it ..some things are inevitable but a lot of things depend on our own too hands ..an honest write . Keep safe.tyfs .
Love, Ankita

[Gee]

Thank you Ankita

[Yellow Butterfly]

There isn't a wrong or right way to explain one's grief...for me it comes in waves...your words just brought back those waves...

Beautifully penned

[Gee]

Thank you.
I lost my mum 18 months ago and my writing has been mostly dark, morose, dirge like since. It seems that death makes a fine partner when it comes to writing.
Just as a disclaimer, by nature I am very far removed from the downcast soul that my writing may well portray me as :))
Thank you kindly for reading, understanding and commenting

[Yellow Butterfly]

I totally get where you are coming from..similar reason for my joining WC when I lost my father 8 years ago Xmas Eve. Words are a great healing tool for us and for future others who find them and gain solace from the words we have written. Don't ever stop the flow of your pen.

YB

[Patricia]

this is very painful and still with love and loss, beautiful sadness

[Gee]

Thanks Patricia, appreciate you taking the time to have a read and comment :)
Hope you are keeping well.

[barleygirl]

You have written the story of many people's lives . . . having a deadbeat parent & the other parent having to do it all. There are many reasons why I never had kids, but this is a biggee . . . I saw how hard it was on my 5 older sisters after becoming single moms. You use simple but impactful examples: "when is dad coming home?" You use artful sensory language: "like thick fog dissipating under a warming sun." Last but not least, you also include the all-too-familiar refrain of people acting out of a sense of obligation when their hearts aren't into a thing one bit (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Gee]

Thanks Margie. This sorta came out of the blue, why?, God only knows:)
Love your reviews of my offerings.
Hope you are keeping well.

[Lorry]

We know and remember people in such differing ways that sometimes we can't recognise the person from what others say. But Mums just cope and be the gentlest touch and the strongest shoulder to cry on, amongst the countless other things done unspoken, but filled with love.
Such a thought filled piece here Gee, showing all the facets each face make.

[Gee]

I remember my gran( mum's mum) passing. Mum had been up at her bedside in Liverpool for a week or so but had to get back to us, her brood. No sooner had she got home the phone rang letting her know her mum had passed. I'll never forget the sight of her breaking her heart in the kitchen standing by an old twin tub washing machine. But that was her life and in her mind she had to get on with it. Brings tears to my eyes writing this near 50 years later.
Thanks Lorry.
Hope you are keeping safe and well :))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have read this a few times and have seen something different each time.
I could see this as the funeral for a husband, father who left.
Figuratively he is dead...but eventually it becomes literal, and there are no tears left.
j.

[Gee]

Nail on the head Jacob. Not sure where this came from, just idling time away before a day on the sites.
Thank you
Hope you are keeping well