The preacher for the graveside service was provided by the funeral home
called my father Jesse for the entire ceremony
but his name was Jess
Being laid to rest under a false name
on a cold and rainy November morning
is a sad way to exit this world
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The preacher for the graveside service was provided by the funeral home
called my father Jesse for the entire ceremony
but his name was Jess
Being laid to rest under a false name
on a cold and rainy November morning
is a sad way to exit this world
It’s so depressing when the preacher giving the last words over someone doesn’t even know them.
You captured this experience so well!