The Urn
He bought it at an estate sale, it had never been used
placed it upon the mantle to himself it did amuse
When company came over he loved to show it best
the urn upon his mantle his home of eternal rest
Never married thus childless a request he made to kin
after his death which one the urn could belong to them
Just place it on a shelf and dust it now and then
and if you spill the ashes don't throw them in the bin
Vacuum me up and empty back into the urn
and let me rest in your home as the seasons turn
Dear old Uncle Elmer more than in your hearts
resting peacefully within your home and hearth
You can chat with me I will always have an ear
even your darkest secrets I will never share
And you can will me to a favorite child
the urn to be a heirloom to showplace in style
Better than to be forgotten deep in a cold grave
the Urn with family I cherished being saved.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2024
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