Today, Ethel, the unveiling of your stone.
The one marking resting place with Mac.
Ceremony arranged by your children.
On time, as you would like it done.
Though I suspect you dreamed of fanfare.
A bit more pomp.
A grand parade of important people.
Grandchildren, older great grandchildren.
Large family gathering.
Like in days gone by.
To talk about you.
Remember when’s, exhort tell me mores.
Maybe outside among tulips, irises, forget-me-nots.
At big picnic tables.
Under a cloudless blue sky, sun shining.
Roses just beginning to bloom.
Diffuse their perfumes.
Cameras snapping all around.
Guests saying, wouldn’t Ethel love this celebration?
We miss her, wish she were here.
You would sense kavod flowing your way.
But, here we stand today.
A son, a daughter, each mate.
Paying you simple tribute.
Not wanting to complicate.
Lynn Benjamin
May 13, 2024