Life goes on..(Burying my father)

Life goes on..(Burying my father)

A Poem by Gee
"

Life carries on regardless.

"
I watched them as they stared,
wondered as to their thoughts as they read the floral tributes
that leaned against his casket.
I had been them on many occassions,
sometimes shedding tears, thanking God it wasn't me.
But today it was, it was me, it was my turn to grieve,
to watch life continue whilst mine, briefly paused,
was put on hold until the ceremony, fuss, over.

As we inched forward in the busy, mid morning traffic,
an elderly couple noticing our cavalcade stopped,
turned to face us, and as one bowed their heads,
standing stock still, respectful,
carrying on about their business only once we passed by.
Different the four young lads, 2 generations on,
they pointed, flicked v signs
whilst laughing and joking amongst themselves,
no thought, no shame, not an ounce of respect.

Looking away I caught the eye of a "mother dragged" toddler.
I smiled, he smiled back, stumbling as he did so,
this making him laugh.
He waved a bright, pastel coloured mitten my way,
this cutting through the drear of the day
as a sparkler does on a cold November night.
I waved back as they headed towards the rusted, wrought iron gates
that led into the children's play park.
Oh to be a child again...

Without warning, from nowhere,
Dad's voice filled my head, loud, clear,
reciting words he had written for the "young" me,
words that until now, thought only of as a simple, pleasant rhyme..

"The moon will cede to rising sun
night will follow day,
seasons change, tides ebb and flow
no matter, come what may.

These constants, never given thought
expected, ever there,
as parents are to innocence
to nurture, love and care."

It was then the tears came.
For the first time in my life I felt truly alone.


























© 2019 Gee


Author's Note

Gee
Written from the viewpoint of a daughter watching the world pass by as she travels to bury her father.

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My sister and I have occasionally touched on the reality of this; though mostly we shut our minds. Dad is seventy two. Nowadays, not such a great age, but he has CML, (Chronic Myeloid Leukemia,) and due to the medication he takes, his immune system is not all that strong. He makes light of it, but the thought of being without him frightens me.

You convey the emotion of such a time so very well; and the last part of the poem, the rhyming verses, are just so very, very good.

Beccy.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Gee

3 Months Ago

I'm so sorry to read of your dad's illness.
My dad cleared off many moons ago leaving mum to .. read more
Gee

3 Months Ago

Oops, how very rude of me. Thank you for taking the time to both read and comment :)
Beccy

3 Months Ago

As much time as we can. X
The way you have conveyed different emotions related to the funeral ceremony and the daughter's grief through other people passing by at the time is wonderful. We've all experience death in a similar way, and I think you have captured the feeling of loss quite beautifully. The most beautiful songs indeed talk about the saddest tales.
There are so many beautiful lines here, but my favourite was "to watch life continue whilst mine, briefly paused,"

Thank you for such an amazing read :)


Posted 3 Months Ago


Gee

3 Months Ago

Thank you for such a kind review :))
'"The moon will cede to rising sun - night will follow day, - seasons change, tides ebb and flow - no matter, come what may. '

Bravely and sadly put, Gee. Small areas written in salty liquid instead of what years ago, would have been a pen. And at a time when respect and true empathy was shown by a brief pause at the kerbside, silently wishing young and and old the power of light to see them through the pain. Went to a granny's funeral when i was seven, first one, needed to go cos she was 'mad granny'... that meant fun alive and never known to conform. Didn't understand why people were so sad looking and crying.. learned since too much, too often: parents and siblings walking in through those spaces people call the pearly gates.

You've captured the feeling, the loss and loneliness so gently and sincerely, your usually happy self somehow rewarded by that very special skill you own but rarely show. That daughter child within will always be precious..

Posted 4 Months Ago


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Gee

2 Months Ago

Thank you ( again). This, for obvious reasons, carried far more weight than when first written :)read more
emmajoy

2 Months Ago

Like so many of us, have lost too many as time's past. Yes, I do realise what you mean.. sigh.
this poem is just beautiful... as a daughter I can relate and it nearly made me cry because it made me think of my father and how afraid I am of losing him someday

Posted 4 Months Ago


Gee

4 Months Ago

Thanks Robyn. I am a father to an 18year old daughter, perhaps I'll show this to her one day
Thought provoking poem. Yes, I can remember as a kid watching a funeral procession going by . . . The adult men would doff their hats and stand in respect of the one who had died; ladies too would show their respect in other ways. I like the 'interlude" of the toddler and his mother. Life in the midst of death and a reminder that the generations pass each other in the passing light.
Good poem, G.
Tom

Posted 5 Months Ago


Gee

5 Months Ago

Hi Tom, thank you
Beautiful , my friend...can't say much more than that- profoundly moving...you could properly start me off!

Posted 5 Months Ago


Gee

5 Months Ago

Cheers Ali..
Beautiful words from your father. It's a good companion our memories. The voices of those we know so well chime in when we least expect them.
I have (had) a large family and have worn a path to our family plot anf I guess that path will not stop with me.


Posted 5 Months Ago


Gee

5 Months Ago

Unlike you Cherrie I only have my mum and immediate family ( this was written from the viewpoint of .. read more
Your lines took me back inside the limousine where my mother, myself and four siblings sat in our grief following my Father's hearse. I have done that journey, looked out of the window at the people going to and fro. Some respectful, others not caring a toss, and the black humour emanating from inside that limousine. Not done intentionally but by one of my brother's, awkward with his feelings. The eight line poem within this poem, I found very moving. Realistic, very. Good morning Gee.

Chris

Posted 5 Months Ago


Gee

5 Months Ago

Thank you Christine, luckily as yet not had to make any such journey.
Hope you are strapped d.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

It surely is. Not contemplating venturing out in it. Have a great weekend Gee.
Gee

5 Months Ago

You too :)))
Wow Gee this touched me.... I wasn't in the mood for a sad poem but i had to look and I'm glad i did! You did a great job of channeling in this authentic and it wasn't so sad after all :)

Posted 5 Months Ago


Gee

5 Months Ago

Hi BB, cheers. Appreciate you having a butchers and commenting :))
My abiding memory of my Dad's funeral was when an old man stopped, took off his cap and bowed his head. It was the one and only nice thing that happened that day and I have always wished I could have seen him again to thank him.
The kid waving in the tale was lovely. Unbeknownst to that kid the ritual of bowed head, they act in the only way they know, with a smile that warms the heart.
But I wonder what that teen will feel like when its one of his being planted. No respect for anything but themselves. Bloody kids! Blargh and other grumpy noises.


Posted 5 Months Ago


Gee

5 Months Ago

There is an awful lack of respect nowadays, should it be blamed on the parents or are today's kids b.. read more

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