December 17, 2007
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MORTAL PORTALIn my days of yore,
When dead, you'd enter,
A funeral home before,
You'd enter the cemetery's center.Deep in my reminisences,
Is the one across from Crown hill,
Among coincidences,
A few blocks from where we hold forth still,
And where we shall be in the long, deep silences.A gorgeous funeral home - strong,
Extensive property it has - well planted,
A rose arbor a block long,
But like all things, has been supplanted.Cemetery, funeral home and crematory
Now across the street,
Clustered now, the modern story,
Who now, there shall have a seat ?
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I wonder, will this grand old edifice be bulldozed ? A church is housed there now,
temporarily I guess, as the huge realtor's sign is prominent as well.
Comments (4)
Oh good write. Thank you for the most wonderful words sent to me on my site. I hope the two of you have the most wonderful Christmas. Love to you and Heather, Judi
I always liked to wander through cemetaries and look at the tombstones and imagine the lives of the people ...
Now there are more cremations and memorial services where people celebrate a life and one doesn't peer into a casket of a made-over "house" with no one living there anymore.
I like memorial services better than peering into the casket....people get up and talk about good things to remember.
HUGS to you.
Fran
Are you telling me that grand place is up for sale?
I like cemeteries. It's like trying to listen to the voices of another world. Great post and I have never been in a funeral home.. and I do not think I have bee to a funeral... but my memory blocks all negative things. I still enjoy mixing myself with the other world... I know they're all there waiting to be heard.