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Sean Hunt
Poems
May 2019
My Mother’s Wake
Son number one remembered the words he could have said
during the days that he stood by her bed
The Pharmacist came to pay his respects and he cried
He came and he cried when he heard that she had died
Her husband descended into his loss
With so many holes to fill in his life
He now knew the wonder of his wife
One brother placed a teddy bear beside her
as she lay inside her heaven-bound home
She had told him no one had ever given her one
The Pharmacist came to pay his respects and he cried
He came and he cried when he heard that she had died
My mother’s brother grieved when he heard the words
that some of her sons said about the other ones
Her one daughter contemplated all the things
that some of her sons ought to have done
in the days before she was gone
The Pharmacist came to pay his respects and he cried
He came and he cried when he heard that she had died
Written by
Sean Hunt
Windermere, Cumbria
(Windermere, Cumbria)
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