The Wake
They were all there - my three boys,
the ones that I'd left like discarded toys,
they all asked an empty space - 'Why?'
there was no answer left when you die.
I'd rehearsed the conversation many times,
but now I'd never have the chance to try,
gone off into the sunset, free as a bird,
three mothers would love to have the last word.
But they didn't, there was me hiding behind a tree,
the old funeral joke looking at the mystery,
I hear you, it's not a joke - it's bloody serious,
are you telling all that you left because of us?
No, I left because I was required to do so,
by God, providence and unstoppable powers.
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