Gathering After the Funeral
Someday, the time may come,
when your family and friends,
are sitting at round tables
eating a nice lunch while photos
of your life are flashed
on the screen, slides of your young
self, smiling and vibrant,
Conversations around the table
about upcoming vacations, and
plans for the afternoon. From
time to time someone looks
up at the screen, but then down
at their plate, the clinking of silverware,
spreading butter on a soft roll.
Love! A stark reminder of the ephemeral nature of our memory.
great. in my family this is the expected outcome for lives lived well (or squandered)
Oh this has some real weight to it! Love the way it ends and the way it provokes so much thought about our mortality.
Well, we know we assume this time MAY come. I loved the choice of “May.”
However, I like the poem and the manner in which it is written. A very well made poem.
Thanks for bringing humor to the topic and glad you’re still tuned in with Rob in town
Such an interesting piece. I quite enjoyed it, found it hopeful.
I like how the death fades into talk about vacations, the sound of silverware, and spreading butter on a soft roll. This buttered roll has the most specific presence here, while the person who has died, even their photos, is gone…
I’ve loved the scenario of watching your own funeral since Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. Thanks for bringing it back to me. especially love the second stanza
Thanks for bringing this reference to the table