Wait Listed

A friend passed on – not someone close
But someone I adored.
A service in her honor
I would never have ignored.

So when I heard, belatedly,
That there had been one planned,
In three days’ time, I reached out
To the person in command.

Explaining in an email
That I wanted to attend,
I thought for sure an invitation
She would thus extend.

Instead, in her reply she wrote
That there was just no room.
She’d add me to the wait list
With some others, I presume.

If she who’s being honored
Were alive, there is no doubt,
There’s no way anybody
Wanting in would be left out.

I understand a wait list
Must be started on occasion,
But not when someone’s death
Is factored into the equation.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Krutsinger Avatar
April 29, 2018 at 4:54 AM
What? I certainly never expected a wait list for a memorial service; I cannot get my mind over it. A nice easy cadance of a rhyme, Ilene.
Vaso Avatar
April 28, 2018 at 9:00 PM
That's sad indeed, I hope though I get put on a wait list when my time is up!!! :)
Poteet Avatar
April 28, 2018 at 7:20 PM
Not the most caring way to conduct a memorial service. Wait list seems so impersonal and rude. Nice piece, well constructed, ilene, with great characterization.
Allison Avatar
April 28, 2018 at 7:10 PM
oh that is so sad they can't make room for people to pay their respects she must have been a very much loved lady... last year my hubby had to rig a p a system in a church hall on 2 occassions as they knew the attendees would be too many for the small church and overspill into another hall.i hope you get the chance to attend hugs jan xx
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