samuel munachim


On The Day My Father Died - Poem by samuel munachim

On the day my father died
I should have been laughing
It was April fools’
But the joke was too dear
Usually it would be a quip
And we would roar
In bogus laughter
Today it was an eternal slumber
And we had to hush hush
Patrick would not
Sing of old roger now
The lyric would sting
Nicolas would not play ball
No one would cheer
Look at mama sitting
Like the world has closed
Soon her head would be shaved
And the accusers
Would come to say
She killed her spouse
Mama would then hold her breasts
Like a horrified penitent
And in tears forcibly invited
Say it was untrue
The mourners would cry bitterly
But when the food was ready
They would pause and
Demand a chicken
Before wailing louder
To show their despair
This April fools’ is dramatic
And even now I
Am undecided
On whether I should still laugh
Or cry my heart out.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 14, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 14, 2010


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