No one came to my funeral.
No sobs . No cries.
I was most surprised.
Had they even noticed I was gone?
Had they forgotten to put an ad in the paper?
Had they forgotten to update ‘RIP.ie’?
I’m dead. I’m dead. I know.
So what does it matter?
But it does you see ?
It’s a soul’s job to listen to hear about its life.
‘Loving mother and wife.’
Or something like that.
But there is only silence.
And only the wind howls.
Where are you my child ?
You suckled at my breast.
I built you a nest.
You took shelter under my wing once.
When did you take flight for good?
Was my approval so important to you?
I suppose it must have been.
And what about you my ex.
Are you still vexed?
We ended things amicably.
Didn’t we?
Clearly not. You’re away while I rot.
What about you friends?
Is this really the end?
I know I forgot to call you back
I know I missed the odd wedding or two
And funeral.
Oh dear. Oh dear.
All the little things I didn’t do.
And now all I see is an empty pew.
(c) Slumpless
