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Lament - 23/05/2000

An Uncle has passed on, a man I hardly knew,
brother of my mother, yet the times we spoke were few.
We met only in passing, in passing the time of day.
Questioning my presence by the times I looked away.

A soldier's service: the last post, coffin flag adorned.
A stranger to his daughter, hypocrite I mourned,
Spoke of things I never knew, they fondly spoke of 'Dave'.
Questioning my presence while they send him to his grave.

Many awkward silences and uncomfortable discussion,
perpetuated this sorrowful day like musical percussion.
Fleeting familiar faces probable distant relations.
Questioning my presence with looks and ruminations.

Every funeral by its very nature is a regretful occasion,
people voice confessions for reassurance and persuasion.
Solemnly with my wife and son, (whom he'd never even met).
Questioning my presence just as he is now I'd bet.
 
© Nicholas Vosper 2001