She Knew It Was Irrational – Jacqueline Nash

This is another poem that is a little on the dark side and another subject that most people find it hard to talk about. It is about a real experience at the end of the heat wave Summer of 1976 and was the funeral of my sister. She was ten years younger than me and had been ill for a year and died at the age of fourteen.

I would be interested to know if anyone else has had experiences similar to this. Please leave your comments below.

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She Knew It Was Irrational – Jacqueline Nash

It had started to rain on that dismal Friday.
The heatwave Summer of that year
had performed a disappearing act,
coming to an abrupt, unwelcome end.
The temperature had dropped
and a chill filled the air.
She stood, lost, rooted, full of sorrow,
oblivious to everything around her
and unaware of the rain seeping insidiously
through the few clothes she wore.
People started to leave; she remained.
She knew it was irrational
but, she wanted a cosy warm blanket
to lay over the newly dug grave.
A blanket to keep her sister warm,
she didn’t want her to get cold.
The night would soon be here
and her sister would be all alone,
alone in the dark, damp, freshly dug earth.
She wanted to lay there with her.
She knew it was irrational
but, she couldn’t think of her as dead.
Someone touched her shoulder
and she knew she had to go.
Walking slowly away from the grave,
she felt as if she was joined to her sister
by something which tried to pull her back.
She knew it was irrational. ©

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