Flying To A Funeral – A Poem by Rachel McAlpine

https://writeintolife.com/2019/03/21/flying-to-a-funeral-a-poem/

This poem appeared today on Rachel McAlpine’s blog – quite fitting for me.

Flying to a funeral—a poem

 

View from a small plane over the city of Wellington, New Zealand

Flying back home to Wellington in a very small plane

We are flying to a funeral.

We check in early, in person
as old people do.
We are careful and inward
as old people can be.

We will be happy for she was happy
and strong and funny and old.
A good person who died old
after a single stroke.

We skim a remarkable life
that forged a remarkable woman.
Childhood in a canvas tent
in a swamp of poverty and mud

made her wickedly frugal
with cash
and lavish with love.
She was loved and she was needed.

Her death was in the natural
scheme of things
and her funeral is good
and we are satisfied.

She is all out now
She flies outward
She occupies a space far wider
than a blue, blue coffin.

In Memory of Gloria Dawn Ryan, 31 July 1931–19 March 2019


Please share if it pleases you. cc by 2.0 rachel mcalpine

About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to Flying To A Funeral – A Poem by Rachel McAlpine

  1. beetleypete says:

    A perfect eulogy indeed, Frank.
    Because I live in such a small country, I drive to those funerals that I attend.
    So that poem gives a sense of the vast spaces that separate people in other lands.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. charlypriest says:

    Beautiful poem, and sorry about your trip.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Jennie says:

    Lovely, Frank.

    Liked by 1 person

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