Well the funeral has been arranged for next Friday and I’m deep into arranging invitations and wondering who is going to provide a few dodgy sarnies and sausage rolls for the mourners to scoff afterwards. I’ve already mentioned the farcical moment when my sister and I realised we’d thrown away all mum’s clothes, leaving nothing,literally nothing for her to be buried in. Apart from a swimsuit.
There have been other moments too. Like the deluge of shitty poetry we’ve been getting through the post. On pink swirly cards. The worst one so far has been:
We saw her fading like a flower
We could not make her stay
We tended her with love and care
Till the Lord God took her away.
‘Gobshite’ as dad muttered.
Nobody knows what to say. Well there’s nothing you can say to make it better. The relatives and friends with brains have said that they’re very sorry and left it at that. Others have come out with: ‘You must be so pleased she’s at peace.’ Oh yeah – thrilled. And ‘God wanted her in heaven.’ He told you that did he? And ‘Sorry I can’t make it to the funeral – I have a dental appointment. You do understand don’t you?’ Of course. By the way – I hope the drill slips through your jaw.
I’m trying to write a tribute to mum and wondering what kind of poem to quote. Any ideas?