The first sensation, vague dismay.
Too young, too young to die.
At home, alone, that Sunday morn,
Too numb, too numb to cry.
Crowded pub in nights to follow
Anaesthetised with beer,
Angered by people’s public sobs
While I could shed no tear.
Past tense and parrot sketch remarks
We speak of disbelief
Deceased, passed-on, he’s dead and gone;
Words hollow, shorn of grief
A churchyard we all gathered round,
Black ties, dark suits and glasses.
A collective mass of faces past;
An assembly of old school classes
Friend and family, young and old,
Their sorrow uncontained.
And through it all, unnaturally;
My emotional chill remained.
Six bearers carried him in a box,
And placed him in the ground;
Dirt tossed to thud on maple lid,
An eerie, final sound.
Then to the comfort of the bar,
A vibrant presence missed;
Young folk talk of days gone by,
Old friends, we reminisced.
As day gave way to darkness,
A lighter mood prevailed the wake,
Among the singing and the laughing crowd,
My reserve at last would break
Tight chest and shallow breathing
Unexpected, surging tide
And as the choir around me sang
I cried and cried and cried.
There is a very specific reason for writing limericks on my blog tonight. But it’s a secret (besides, I like limericks).
A monkey called Mick from Mauritius
On a boat off the coast of the Gower
Considered bananas delicious
Whilst he liked sugar cane
It gave him a pain
And upset his tum something vicious
Bob fell asleep for an hour
He woke with a scream
From a terrible dream
Caused by milk that he drank which was sour
A widow alone in Rhiwbina
Took ill as she ate in the diner
The diagnosis, it shocked her
For she misheard the doctor
Who’d mentioned acute angina
You’ll go blind mum would frequently say
With oneself t’was not healthy to play
How she must regret
The damned the internet
Now dad’s vision’s gone into decay
Dai’s dead now
He wasn’t very old
He caught the dreaded lurgy
He thought it was a cold
People cried and mourned him
A popular fellow was Dai
Dai thought this was brilliant
As he looked down from the sky
Because Dai went up to heaven
He was greeted at the gate
St Peter said “you’ve earned your place”
Dai said “cheers mate”
On earth they planned a party
In memory of Dai
They ate a mighty buffet
And drank the local dry
Dai loved it up in heaven
There was peace and love and joy
He met an old school friend
Who arrived there as a boy
Back home they missed him dearly
“What a shame he died so young”
But they needn’t be too sad
For Dai was having fun