If you come to my funeral,
Come by train.
Even if inconvenient.
Take the time
To come slow.
Read my poems,
Read yours,
Mash them up,
So they become better
When joined at the hip.
So be ready,
Be Cub or Girl Scout prepared,
To laugh with crinkly eyes
At private memories,
Recalled stories.
Yes, one can cry and laugh simultaneously,
Perfectly sensible, when on,
Especially when on,
A slow, aglow, train ride,
On the way to a beloved's funeral.
*But this trip don't involve any travels
Its your heart that I am trying to reach
To touch it and fill it with a
Feeling so sweet
Where heartache and pain
Can no longer dwell
So your heart can smile
And only feel well
To find love
For every living thing
And for yourself
And of course for ME*
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
If you come to my funeral,
Come by train.
Even if inconvenient.
Take the time
To come slow.
Read my poems,
Read yours,
Mash them up,
So they become better
When joined at the hip.
So be ready,
Be Cub or Girl Scout prepared,
To laugh with crinkly eyes
At private memories,
Recalled stories.
Yes, one can cry and laugh simultaneously,
Perfectly sensible, when on,
Especially when on,
A slow, aglow, train ride,
On the way to a beloved's funeral.
*But this trip don't involve any travels
Its your heart that I am trying to reach
To touch it and fill it with a
Feeling so sweet
Where heartache and pain
Can no longer dwell
So your heart can smile
And only feel well
To find love
For every living thing
And for yourself
And of course for ME*
Train Ride (For Lori Callahan).
Dedicated to her, every letter and syllable.
The last stanza in italics, excerpted from Lori's poem,
Without her permission, but with
Loving admiration, openly acknowledged.
Lori Callahan · Jul 31
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