Sheltered – Pat Francis

‘You won’t want to go to the funeral’
my mother told me, and turned away.
I spent the day with neighbours.

I didn’t see the black cars come,
my pink-loving mother in black silk,
straight-backed, silent. I didn’t see

his comrades from two wars,
straight-backed, black-banded,
form a shocked guard of honour.

I went back to school, carrying
a black ball of grief I had not
been shown how to handle.


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One response to “Sheltered – Pat Francis

  1. Jane Barth

    How truthful! I still wonder why I was never “invited” to come to my grandmother’s funeral – a woman I truly loved. I was a teenager, working in London, but even so … Did they think I wouldn’t care?

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