in a Lincolnshire churchyard
By Coolhermit
Thu, 27 Aug 2020
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in a Lincolnshire churchyard
I saw from the bus
a spoil of displaced earth, piled
ready for a grave
some flowers too - not many -
no crowd of black suit mourners
one wreath, ‘goodbye, dad’,
‘goodbye, dad’, that said it all,
a solitary
woman looked into the depth
weeping, wringing tear-chapped hands
hands that he had squeezed
as he breathed his final breaths
sighing for loves passed -
he was all she ever had
he was not much - just her dad
I took a snapshot,
(the image, far too strong to
trust to memory),
as my bus moved past the scene
it crossed my mind to ponder,
will tomorrow bring
another set of mourners?
the churchyard’s thriving,
the village, fast emptying -
'last man digs for the digger?'
when my bus returned
twilight cooled the lonely field
the quietness of
a brooding separation
hovered, heavy, lowering
the daughter’s back home
making tea and being brave
dad’s remains remain
slowly turning back to earth
in the sanctum of his grave.
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A nice one, Rick, well done.
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A nice one, Rick, well done.
Best, Luigi
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