Just Buried

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Farewell! Farewell! It’s time for my closing verse. How long the years that bless and unkindly curse, till in a black wagon our sorry a-rse draggin’ we get to flat ride in a hearse Goodbye! Goodbye! Father, we buried you today in a wicker casket wherein bones of Mother lay. Laid to rest upon her as the guest of honour together once more to stay 1921 ~ 2014. Written: October 2014 Alas for most of us the one time we get to ride in a big chauffeur driven limo is the day you’re DOA! RIP dad.

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 7/7/2025 8:35:00 PM

Your poem of sadness is but a reminder. Our time is not long. I just saw the photograph. I send my condolences. May your parents continue in eterrnity.

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/8/2025 12:56:00 AM

Thanks Hilda. It’s the circle of life and all that. We all return to dust.

Craig Cornish

Date: 7/7/2025 6:29:00 AM

Finnegan's wake indeed! and a warning that you might perhaps be around long enough to torment other picnics -- I'm 77 and my dear Mom turned 95 in April so I may do the same! Yet your Mum passed at only 46 - so very young like my Dad passing at 41 -- fate is ... what it is?

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/7/2025 3:42:00 PM

Yes Craig, I too hope to rise again from my sleep of the dead through distillation of the Holy Spirit, not the whiskey spirit like Finnegan. Cheers.

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 7/1/2025 12:11:00 PM

I enjoyed reading your wonderful yet sad "Farewell and Goodbye" write. Have a blessed day writing away..........

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/1/2025 7:48:00 PM

Not sad, Paula. He was 93 and lived a full life. He was ready and so was God. Thanks, as always, for stopping by.

Arlo Parker

Date: 7/1/2025 10:09:00 AM

RIP, Mr. Dad.

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/1/2025 7:45:00 PM

Just a tongue in cheek dedication. I don’t want any wailing and gnashing of teeth at my send off. I want bagpipes and singing and dancing and drinking. Maybe some fireworks and a glass top coffin to take in the view.

Tom Woody

Date: 7/1/2025 5:20:00 AM

I wonder if they'd be willing to transport me in a fancy limo. Always wanted to try one

Keith D Trestrail
Date: 7/1/2025 5:27:00 AM

The last time I was in a limo I barely had a pulse so it won’t be a stretch for me. No pun intended.