Husband Funeral Poems | Examples
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Fathers,
You learn from them,
For better or for worse.
How to be, or not to be,a husband.
How to be or not to be a parent when it's
your turn.
There are no books, holy or otherwise.
And religion is all but useless,
It has no moral compass
Holy images on walls,stautes,moving or mute
Never,kept a mother or wife safe in her home.
Respect is basic instinct
One either has,or, hasn't got.
' He'll be on his own yet,'
My mother often exclaimed.
When there was nothing else left to say.
And true to her word;he died alone.
The dark cloud lifted,the light broke through.
The voilens played
The mad lady sang.
And I danced around the grave.
She never liked it here this her confession
I knew all along I had a connection
her husband passed away
and the very next day
A rental truck in the funeral procession
One Thousand Goodbyes
Years ago
a stranger became a friend
with little time left
she let me into her reflections
her child and husband dead
tragedy would strike again
her time on earth
would expire soon
her empty heart to be filled
in the heavens
she showed and told
her last wishes to me
a thousand poems
she wanted to leave behind
I think she made it
I never found out
angels stole her
On this somber Sunday
another one left this earth
some might even say St Patrick
I can make only a simple claim
a thousand poems I have written
to honor those
with more charity than I
Hazza
who will remember us all?
when we too one day shall die
When he arrived home,
All he gave to her,
Was gone,
He will sleep on a broken heart,
All alone,
His fist can no longer break her,
His words can no longer make her,
Through no fault of her own,
He visits her eternal bed carved in beautiful stone,
"God has healed my bruises,
With him I am safe and loved at home."
The tears that fell from his bloodshot eyes,
Quenches the soil,
Reaching deep inside,
She swallows his remorse and pitiful cries,
One last drink that she despised,
The weeds have grown where he sighs,
He will break,
Until,
He too, dies.
Vickie Thayer @2018
fatherless husband
loins aching for progeny
empty wombs await seeding
childless mothers cry
opening soft pocket sighs
stoking the steel thorns rising
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