~
there should be laughter,
a joke or two whispered from
behind cupped hands,
old photographs thumbed
some winsome, shared
‘remember whens’,
a celebrant’s appointed
who has no clue of you or
the music you selected,
there’ll be a spread
of flaccid paid-for grub,
that few want to eat,
all too soon, apologies
taxis, uneasy hugs and
‘have you got far to goes’,
an exodus, deep breaths
‘thank God it’s overs’
promises to keep in touch,
it’s only then we realize
from within our grey daze
that the sun came out for you
*
© Graham R Sherwood 04/25
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