Should've worn a Handkerchief
©July 3rd 2020, Olan L. Smith
Should've worn a handkerchief,
Send your flowers to the grave.
Your dad's in the mortuary
Visited his grave when you could,
No one's left in the house, you begin to cough,
Can't hardly breathe.
You tended mother, father, and little Willy, too;
Hack, hack, ahem, we'll all turn to dust.
Should've worn a handkerchief
Send your flower to the grave.
No one's at the funeral home
Send your flowers right away;
One for father, one from mother and little Willy, too.
Can't catch your breath,
Should've worn a handkerchief,
Hack, hack, ahem, we'll all join them, soon.
A/N The photo is of my grandmother Smith's grave in Independence, MO
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PoetryThese poems are light and humorous, with some having a deeper underling themes...enjoy. The cover was create by the author.
