...am back
The last few days have been very surreal
Last week SIs and I ran all over town
To dot all the i's and cross all the T's
For pops funeral this past Saturday.
All went well as the sun was out and a clear day
Many cousins and family friends came
that I have not seen for many years
It was a sad day and a happy day also
Pop had a military funnel with two color guards
A Scottish bag piper playing in the back ground
A full bird army chapelyn said the last words
A hand full of dirt I said Farwell to pop for last time
I want share this poem that I penned on Wednesdays 10-15
Which was my Mums birthday...my Sister, niece and me?
Looking over the tombstone as to where Pops was to rest.
This covers the crazy week before the funeral
Missing keys
Where about unknown
In through the open window
To open up the front door
Dust and dirt
Are all about
Old mail from light years past
Find a green bag
And fill to toss away
Truck in the drive
Missing keys once again
Speed dials triple A
At last the white sled runs
But wait -- there’s is more
Missing keys
Strike again
Camper shell remains locked
All the rooms I the house
Become a war zone
Soon more people show up
To the dance within
Many hands filling countless bags
For the garbage man to toss
The days become a blur
Until the day of days
Are here at last
Soon a few ticks from noon
Poppa will be laid to rest
The family circles around
With the sounds of bagpipe
Flow in the wind
With a hand full of dirt
I toss below so I can let go
But Poppa you will be always
Be with me forever
I shall never forget
