You’re dead | Here’s what I should have said

by You Have My Word

It occurred to me that I may
have to speak at your funeral one day
and it scared me.
I mean, what would I say?
Especially because I’ll only have
so much time to read
what I write on the page
I’ll be holding and folding
in the corners nervously
stuttering my way
as I give one last tribute to you:
my epilogue to the closing act of your life.

So I decided,
obviously after hours of reasoning with myself
and trying to figure out what I felt,
that I would make an effort to give tribute to you
wherever I can.
Why should I wait till you keel over and peg?
I’m not saying I’d mind if I have to say something
after your Granny Mary or Uncle Ted –
all of us lined up like shots
only to be poured out instead.
Also, I really hope it’s not open casket
because then you’ll be there –
dead,
in the flesh,
not just in my head –
nevertheless, adding to my already growing dread
because of the things I should have said
long ago.

So here’s my first tribute.
What you need to know
so you can’t say “I told you so”…
Although,
that won’t be possibly anyway,
will it?

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