In the week of Maragret Thatcher's funeral
I went to two other funerals
The first was Quaker Joesph's
And in the silence I heard
His friends and family praise and mourn him.
The second was for my childhood Auntie Gert
And I experienced real community warm humour and loss.
These were both quiet and dignified and private affairs
That celebrated the lives of two ordinary and remarkable people
Embedded in their own communities
Loved and missed
And given a truly royal send off.
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