Sad Tidings Poem by Gert Strydom

Sad Tidings



When uncle Henry
(who had been my father in law at the time)
did beat the last retreat
on the golf course

Riana & I had to hurry
to Barberton to mother in law
to assist with the funeral
and Riana & I had to constantly wash the dishes

and Riana & I had to prepare
food and refreshments
for the horde of guests
that came to the funeral,

we had to help with the funeral letter,
go along to the veterinarian
with the beloved dog of the deceased
and I had to dig a grave for that poor animal

as for that old madam
(who had been my mother in law)
the poor dog had to be buried as well
on the day that I helped to carry her husband's coffin
to his grave.

Sunday, July 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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