Showing posts with label Funeral Customs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Funeral Customs. Show all posts

Sunday, July 26, 2026

Sitting by an Escape Hatch During the Funeral - poem (of sorts...)

 

Lawrence Hall

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Sitting by an Escape Hatch During the Funeral

 

 

                                                        “The dead without charity enclosed in craziness”

 

-As Henry V did not say

 

 

“Now let’s all take turns sharing our favorite memories of Daddy”

 

Y’all don’t know me but I’m his wife and I don’t drank and y’all know I don’t approve of drankin’ and I was married to somebody else when we met and he asked me for my phone number and I gave him a disconnected one but he wouldn’t give up and he asked my uncle for my number and my uncle asked my daddy and he said it was okay and I said I ain’t interested in you I’m married to the love of my life we was separated but I had them kids and he had his kids and Jesus knows the way and so we got married for forty seven years when we got married we had both been married so we asked if we was going to live just as brother and sister because of the kids and Lord knows we tried but Jesus knows the way and after a month we was really together and we was married forty-seven years and there’s a hell of an angel in heaven now yessir a hell of an angel in Heaven tonight and if anyone don’t like how I say it you know what you can do about it cause he was the best man ever and Jesus wanted us together…

 

 

And that is why you should sit in the back

By the door, ready to escape