The funeral leaves me numb
(but flying cakes make me laugh)
I recall
the afternoon we toyed
with impossibilities,
joked and fantasized
about a coconut slice
without stabiliser,
flying off the plate
across the fourth floor café,
hitting
one of the tall, diagonal windows,
and you, dear cousin,
still dreaming of a refund.
Linda Marshall
Love your poem Linda it puts humour and regret in a wonderful way.
Jim