Michael Micmac Mccrory

Rookie - 11 Points (25/01/1954 / Belfast N, Ireland)

' Having Money Is Good For The Soul ' - Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

He brought the shears
To trim the weeds growing on the grave
I brought the tears
They flooded out with nothing left to save

New flowers placed on top
Inscriptions cleaned up, now easily read
All the weeds finally cropped
Now we pay our respects to the dead

An aging aunt; we barely knew
Always in the background as we grew
Mother dragged us by bus every Sunday to
Mother being the only one feeling blue

But now we go on Sunday’s too
To leave fresh flowers for our love ones there
Because mother’s in the grave with aunty sue
We go, not because we care

Aunty Sue left mother a huge fortune
Mother died left the money to both of us
The sound of jingling coins playing our tune
We go home in a roller to hell with the bus

Next Sunday I’ll bring the shears
To trim the weeds growing on the grave
He’ll will bring the tears
Because he is one of the tear shedding brave

We barely knew mother’s sister Sue
But we think she was just a honey
Missing her is something we just won’t do
But we will enjoy spending her money

Comments about ' Having Money Is Good For The Soul ' by Michael Micmac Mccrory

  • Babatunde Aremu (12/13/2012 5:49:00 AM)

    Some have fortunes bestowed on them. It is good to appreciate the labours of our past heroines. Great job, I like it (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 6, 2011

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