FUN-eral....... [my funeral; relatives; life and death; fun]
Did you ever notice, in “funeral”, the much smaller word, Fun?
If there was a funeral for me, who would “from it” and who would “to it” run?
At 64 I’m overdue perhaps; why should I any longer stick around?
In our big paper dictionary, many as young or younger than I have died, I’ve found.
I’ve no wish for a funeral; burn me to ashes and be DONE!
But IF I had a funeral, I’d wish it were a bit of fun........
for me at least, and hopefully for all those who might come.
But it’s usual, I think, for funeral-attendees to seem a little glum.
If I knew I could NOT avoid..... a public showing in a casket,
I’d want a convex mirror mounted near my head, ... using tricks to mask it......
so I could see what was going on at my fun-final-farewell party, AND
to see who might show flowing tears, and who might show laughter, hearty.
Perhaps I’d see a sibling or two or three. I surely would hope not all four.
At least one (the oldest) , I think, would be practical and not attend; maybe more.
After all, why spend the money and time? They should all know me by now.
BUT I might understand, if they lived close by.....and if someone served free chow.
My ex-wives, if they had money, might show up well shoed and gloved,
and, if my wife saw my exes at my funeral, she’d be happy I’d been loved.
My stepdaughters might show up, thinking it the thing “to do”.
And if their mom outlived me, they’d be closer to the money too.
I’ve got some old friends who’d wish me well, but I doubt they’d make the trip.
One cousin might show up; she and I were once “glued-at-the-hip”.
My parents are long gone from this life; no funerals THEY had.
If I looked into my mirror and saw them not, I’d be neither glad nor sad.
My one and only child, if anyone, I'd hope to see in casket mirror.
I'd hope not to see her chuckling, but instead to see a tear.....
or two, but not many. She should know I’m satisfied to rest,
as I've taken my humanity course, and (I think) passed the test.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
My ex-wives, if they had money, might show up to see if i was REALLY dead,
and if my current wife saw my exes at my funeral, she would hit ME in the head.
fortunately, or unfortunately, my 'current wife' glanced at the screen as i was letting her use HER computer for a few minutes. i was a bit surprised when i found that she had read the poem (or at least that stanza) AND she had changed the end of the second line to the way it now is in the finished poem. so i had to satisfy both of us by changing the story a bit and finding a word to rhyme with loved. which do my readers like more i wonder. i like both!
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