Purple Raver and Wildflower
DAD - 03/12/1961 - 17/07/2022
MUM - 12/02/1971 - 15/01/2023
PURPLE RAVER
An epic tale for an epic male,
That was the plan, but to no avail,
Try as I might I did nothing but fail,
As no set of words is a worthy portrayal.
A mismatch of rhymes read with rhythmical verbal,
Linguistically painting the words to our circle,
A room full of kindness; there’s nobody hurtful,
All come to honour the man who loved purple.
An inescapable ability to want to mingle,
Befriending everyone from married people to the single,
A cheeky smile and laugh and both his eyes would always twinkle,
That’s why our greatest memories of him will never dwindle.
Still so surreal, a bit like a movie,
Can’t help but feel just a little bit woozy,
Aiming to find what to write to conclude see,
But each time I try this, the right words elude me.
So much to say, so much to tell,
Tokens of wisdom to pass down as well,
Too many things, but in a nutshell,
Everyone’s here to wish you farewell.
WILDFLOWER
All of our friends thought our mum was the coolest,
Our home was the fullest, but also the smallest,
Giving children such free reign may be considered foolish,
But still to this day our level-headedness is tallest.
You taught us a lot of what not to do,
To learn from, but not be like you,
You made mistakes so we don’t need to,
Knowing what the outcomes lead to.
One thing we can never say is that our lives were boring,
That’s like saying Bob Marley and Dylan are still touring,
We had lots of friends with troubles and you let them all in,
That was not a metaphor, we nearly caved the floor in!
You taught us to see good in people, raised us to be kind,
Showed us that we had to share love as it’s hard to find,
Anyone was welcome and you never questioned them,
You had a way of just knowing when someone needs a friend,
We didn’t have the money and we didn’t have the space,
To you that was irrelevant, we saw it in your face.
You are a wildflower and you’re floating on the wind,
The freest of the spirits soaring high as nature sings,
Everything is equal, there’s no need for things like kings,
Eternal serenity as you fly on your wings.
I wrote these to be read out at my parents' funerals, which were sadly very close together.
