Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

Funeral Note

Sat, peacefully, pre-occupied,
She recalls the trials,
That she had to endure,
To get her here.

Abuse from those,
Claiming to love her,
Those who she should not fear,
But for her she did.

She survives the torment of growing up,
Hit puberty and was preplexed,
All her knowledge comes,
From the local libary.

Married, abused, lonely,
Her husband took her for advantage,
More than raised his hand,
Several times.

Now we are gathered,
Not to mourn her,
Of her history,
But to say farewell.

Love, would have saved her,
Care, never arrived,
Affection, was absent in her life,
Kindness lied.

© 2006-2016

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