The Pallbearer

The Pallbearer

A Poem by Gee
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Carrying heartbreak

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At first I'd ask, want to know everything,
age, sex, how they died,
not now though.
Now I just do as I'm bid, what I'm paid for,
carry, place, respectfully nod, then leave.
I find it's easier that way,
don't take them home with me
to think about them, their lives
and the sadness they've left behind.
That is unless it's a wee one.
It's different then.
The small, pristine white wooden shrouds
adorned with soft toys, flowers, tears,
they always come home, are adopted for life,
making for fitful sleep, tossing, turning,
and solemn, sober reflection in the small hours.
The wife tells me I care too much, am too soft,
that despite my size I am more mother hen than pallbearer.
I guess she's right, she usually is.
I smile at this thought and try to switch off.











© 2019 Gee


Author's Note

Gee
Just for the record I am not a pallbearer, just imagining the emotions they must go through or try to block out.

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Adapting to such an environment is not easy initially, as I learned when I became a Medical Photographer" and faced with post mortem investigations.
Switching off, " is not being callous, but is essential if you are not going to become a "casualty" yourself. Respect does not have to suffer, though.
Your poem expresses this beautifully.
Norman

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Gee

1 Year Ago

Thank you Norman



Reviews

Gee, what got you thinking about this one? Cheers

Posted 11 Months Ago


Gee

11 Months Ago

God only knows Maxwell. Perhaps a foreboding to my old mum dying in April !
Cheers
Maxwell Ryder

11 Months Ago

Sorry to hear it. Maxwell
Gee you've done it again. You reeled me in with your pen.
I was a pallbearer but in North America it's not a job it's and honor and a privilege.
I loved the scheme of this verse all the same.
Thanks my friend.


Wes

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Cheers Wesley and good on ya for pallbearing
Well you had me convinced Gee. That you actually are.
I love your gift for being able to step into someone else's shoes.
You're high on the empathy scale i reckon.
Well written poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Oops, how rude. Thank you
Ana Papaya

1 Year Ago

plus you have good manners
Gee

1 Year Ago

My old mums teaching and a hankering for common decency make for a semi mannerable old fella :))
'It's different then.' Those three words cut deep, show us the depth of your poem, the depth of silent grief that such an occupation walks shoulder to shoulder with.

I had never thought about it in such a way before reading this; it has changed my perspective.

Beccy.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Hi Beccy, not a job I could do as I'm far to soft.
Hope is all well with you both.
Tha.. read more
Gee,
Your poetry hits real life. I'm assuming in the UK being a pallbearer is a job?
This topic seems to be on your mind lately. Reading a book by Julian Barnes about his dealing with the subject of death as an agnostic. Interesting read. And so is yours.
Tom

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Thanks Tom...
Adapting to such an environment is not easy initially, as I learned when I became a Medical Photographer" and faced with post mortem investigations.
Switching off, " is not being callous, but is essential if you are not going to become a "casualty" yourself. Respect does not have to suffer, though.
Your poem expresses this beautifully.
Norman

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Gee

1 Year Ago

Thank you Norman
Firstly let me say thank Ok I for your review of my poem 'My Lovers Lie'. I really hope it helps your friend who is going through a bitter divorce to understand that some men are just self interested dishonest prick. By the way, if you couldn't tell, the 'fearful lie' is I Love You.

Second let me congratulate you on the empathy your displayed in this poem, putting yourself in the shoes of a working class worker with such a solenm job.

O really enjoyed the vaulta (shift in tone in a poem) half way through the text when the child or babies funeral is considered. The line 'I am more mother than pallbearear' eschews traditional gender roles, and speaks to a sensitive man who connot leave the tragedy of his job that day at work.

Really well done.


Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reviewing Roxy
RoxyMonoxide

1 Year Ago

You're welcome. I really enjoyed the empathy you displayed. Keep up the good work.
Respect I think is the first word. Respect in more ways than one. My ex wife worked in a hospice and she always said if you switch your feelings off completely you are not doing your job properly. This is very well written giving me insights and speaking truths I had not considered much. Excellent work.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Thank you kindly Ken. I'm fat to soft hearted to work with or around death on a daily basis, I'd be .. read more
Gee

1 Year Ago

Fat...far, although after the over indulgences during the festive period perhaps fat was more apt :)
An interesting presentation
I have never enjoyed the spit and polish of professionalism associated with the dying industry
Nicely written
(I think I have all that properly spelled)
Dave B

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Lol, all correct ( I think!)
Thanks for dropping in.
A really thoughtful character study, Gee. Sometimes I find it easier to write from someone else’s perspective because so much of the writing comes down to imagination. This is a great example of walking a mile in someone’s shoes- or reaching for that outside perspective.

I often think about medical personnel and police officers and the mental torture those jobs could be if the person isn’t able to separate a little in some way. I suppose it is necessary at some point to “do what I’m bid, what I’m paid for,” if they wish to maintain their own sanity. I praise the lot of those who work with the suffering, the dying, and the dead. I couldn’t do it, I don’t think, I’m not sure I’d have the psychological endurance. But, perhaps, as your poem works to show, in time a person can learn.

Great work here.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Gee

1 Year Ago

Hi Eilis, hats of to all folk who deal with death, injury/illness, not something I could do.
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