Tears and Graveyards

Tears and Graveyards

In the first 33 years, 

I went to six funerals.

This year Tom died,

 I hadn’t seen him for a while.

Accidentally shot by a friend

 trying to help others.

Harold had been sick,

old age, and diabetes.

In the hospital, he said,

“Please tell them, let me go.”

Wally was older than me

but we shared and were friends.

He knew he was quiet

but helped without being asked.

Grandpa George was the hardest

a quiet man who loved us all.

I will always miss him,

now Grandma is alone.

This has been a year of tears

and graveyards.

I hope next year 

if the Lord is housecleaning.

He will miss my friends or

at least let me see them before they go.

28 Nov 86