Throughout my life dad and I have done many things together
graduating from Crayola, fishing and wiffleball
to tune-ups, casinos and funerals.
After one particularly salty funeral:
Dad and I were carrying out
memorial flowers in separate vases.
As we said our goodbyes and headed for better times,
the eulogist barked out some odd but wizened advice.
"Don't forget to poor out the water from the vases.
So, side by side and on cue,
dad and I clownishly poured the rose water
onto the funeral home parking lot.
It hit with a surprisingly cartoonish smack...
getting our shoes soaking wet.
I like to think that brother angel
was giggling with us... again.
Categories:
clownishly, flower, funeral, funny,
Form: Free verse