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 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Gee

7 Months Ago

Thank you Norman



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Pallbearer for a child. Never easy. My sister lost her 8 year daughter. Hardest funeral I ever went to. Old folks suppose to die. Not the kids. Powerful use of words made the reader feel and understand the thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gee

7 Months Ago

Jeeez, I'm so sorry for your families loss.
Thanks for popping in Coyote.
Coyote Poetry

7 Months Ago

Was 14 years ago. Poor sister. Never came back right and you are welcome my friend.
no Gee, please don't delete... I understand your wife's concerns, she worries about you and the sadness it brings.... to both of you I say, the world needs MORE, not less empathy, MORE outpourings of grief and support for the ones dying and their families, not only for the young ones, but the older ones too... I think at times we are becoming a nation of dead faced, non-smiling, robots accepting or just going along silently.... if anything this poem in its own way helps change this just by showing artistically the internal conflict in your mind and heart....

Posted 7 Months Ago


Gee

7 Months Ago

Thanks for your kind words Red
Nope, not for deletion. A wonderful write Gee, full of angles we know of but rarely see. We should all think more of those passing hearses and the lives in pain right now for what they have lost. It will be us one day. It is after all, the great leveller rich and poor share, knowing no price will stop it.
Thoughtful words my friend. We could all do well to think of.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Lorry

7 Months Ago

It is indeed. Its Friday and I dont need to cook, so all is well.
We're off to Aberdeen and t.. read more
Gee

7 Months Ago

How very cosmopolitan, it'll be electricity and hot, running water next :)
Lorry

7 Months Ago

Ha. Im not showing off, honest, but the heating works via an app, so its all toasty when I get home... read more

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Milton keynes, United Kingdom



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