R.I.P. At Ian's Funeral

The sun peeps bravely through the cloud
As I come to bid a friend farewell
The chattering of guests is loud;
One would think that all is well...

A winding lane off motorway
Bunker building - stone and steel
The summer drizzle seems to say
It understands just how we feel ...

Out in the country clothed in green
The crematorium must intrude
Around me shades of black are seen
The family, long-time friends, subdued...

There is no warning when death strikes
The shock is deep and hard to bear
Someone has put out the lights
We clutch at straws which are not there …

The way ahead is all unknown
Those left behind are numb with grief
Our presence means they're not alone
Today we form a friendship wreath.

Fresh flowers, coffin, photograph
Eulogies for our lost friend
Poignant speeches coax a laugh
A fitting tribute at the end.

A long time member of a choir
A music lover through and through
A jazz fan who would never tire
Of being up-beat – we miss you!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

For Ian Jones, the father of my goddaughter Carole...