Funerals, they are a chance, for folk to say 'Goodbye', <br />I came to your funeral and Mum, I cannot lie. <br />I had to stand and listen, it made me feel real sick, <br />It was all about our father. I felt I'd had a kick. <br />You'd have thought you'd still been married, tho you'd divorced him years ago. <br />The look of horror on my face, was plain and it did show. <br />I had to turn my head away, so the Reverend wouldn't see, <br />That his words were really shocking. Most of all to me. <br />Angry, when we left the Crem, what I had to say, <br />To my younger brother, was taken the wrong way. <br />A bit of time has passed since then. Feel I've been knocked back years. <br />Running over, in my head, words ringing in my ears. <br />My brothers words when I asked him what possessed him to include Dad. <br />He shrugged 'What does it matter, they're all dead anyhow'. <br />I looked at him as if he were mad. <br />Of course it matters, it does to me. But my brother could not see. <br />And tried to change the subject fast. But Mum, now that some time has passed, <br />I've thought it out, the truth we know and stronger yet, I have to grow. <br />That day Dad destroyed what I was there to do. Mum, that was to say 'Goodbye' to you.<br /><br />Lizzy Tomlinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/funerals/
