Seagulls

My mother, for reasons she never did explain
Loved seagulls, and summer's driving heavy rain,

When she died early of cancer,
Well before she ought
And dad and me went to the morticians,
A proper coffin that we sought

When my father saw one with seagulls
emblazoned nicely on the inside,
He knew immediately what to get,
It was so coincidental, and we almost cried,

The funeral came three days later,
And a long drive it would be,
The length of Long Island,
To the national cemetery

Now there were only 3 cars in
prosession,
And we rode behind the hearse,
I was mad for such a poor turnout
So what could get much worse?

But the oddest thing did happen,
That  morning before our trip,
A seagull circling the house,
Was I losing grip?

Seagulls in downtown Queens,
Many miles from the nearest shore
In all the years I'd lived there,
I'd never seen one there before

Now the turnout for the funeral,
disappointing as it was,
Was more than compensated,
By the seagulls flight above.

angstdeathfaithfamilyinspirationalbio

♡Like0

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.