Propriety and Christian faith
deemed that, as she lay beneath
and even though their grief was fresh,
no tears would fall upon her wreath.
The tempo of life must stay in stride
so keep your welling tears inside.
Complete composure must abide.
Author notes
Joan was my aunt, a lovely person whom I had only met once before her death in the early '70s. In that family, it was not considered proper to weep openly at funerals and I hear that my grandmother enforced this lack of emotion.
I am so glad times have changed and I think Joan could have used a few tears.
October 4, 2009
The Run for the Cure is on today and since Joan died of breast cancer, I decided to feature this poem on my page.
RIP, Joan. You were so good to me, long ago.
A contest entry
- Poetry Contest by Erik Ambrose.
1050 points, ended February 22, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Give Me A Reason by spiritraven.
700 points, ended May 19, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So, what's your opinion of this?
Comments
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The rhyming gives this a good tempo. As a New England puritan, I can relate to this.


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It was hard on the children in that family when they were discouraged from showing their natural feelings. Caused some problems later on, I do believe.
Thank for your comments.
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Very emotional
You have honored your Aunt and you have cried for her with your tears.
Thank you and good luck in my contest -
I enjoyed this straight away - The title is simple,
and for that reason think it's very good. I suppose
I find that people often try to hard with titles,
and it can detract from the contents of the poem.
I believe the poem could stand well with just
the first stanza. However, "the tempo of life"
holds a lot of importance to the feel of this; I
think working that into the first stanza and
omitting the last would help. Aside from that
thought, I really enjoyed this. Thank you -- honestly.


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This is not only very well-written, but it's also a moving depiction of death and one family's reaction to it. I have encountered such bottled-up emotions and "stiff upper lip" composure myself, so I know what you mean. Excellent poem.
Bill

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Thanks so much for your comments, Bill.
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