An Ode To A Aunt

I went to my great Aunts Funeral today and realized that I didn't shed a tear, I came to the conclusion that I fell into the spectrum of a psychopath but everyone deals with things inn different ways.

Today was the last time you were to leave your house

your last farewell, a drive around your hometown.

I followed the hearse 

"Nan" and "Mum" as a flowery beacon

I watched the people watch you

in your wicker casket 

a mere basket

I wonder what they thought

I sat in the back row of the parish 

and watched your offspring and theirs 

praise you in poetry and eulogy

struggling in vain to hide their anguish and grief

at the loss of you.

I however grieved for you in a more logical way 

for your mind was in torment and your body had, had its day

I showed support where it was lacking 

to cousins and friends

but remembered your irish wit and innocent nature

An ode to you Good old Aunt kit

A ripe old age and finally at rest. 

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[Gee]

There are to many willing souls trying to outcry those around them, scene stealers, grief hijackers. As bad as it seems some people are better off dead
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