The Funeral

By 15th May 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

I looked in his grave;
He lay next to Mum
And then, in my head,
A picture had come
Of days when at school
And home for my lunch.
My friends all would call;
A glad, noisy bunch.
My parents were there
And they both looked on.
I thought of those days
And realised they’d gone.

Andrew Diamond

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