I sip my flat white.

And there, and there, and there…

Going to face your judgement

the priest said.

I am the Life

I flipped the kneeling stool up

Peace to you

Hymn 79, then 31

Amazing Grace

Your turn for a reading

He was a socialite

looking smart, like a Rat packer.

He liked a drink, friends, a laugh.

I lifted my chin; proud, even though.

I remember the time…

Red lipstick on. Keep chin up.

He had a job delivering false teeth

She’s in my place now. Blonde hair front row.

 He said ‘He’d never given so many smiles to so many miserable people’.

You’d shouted my name, in the rain.

Or when he worked as a taxi driver

Your cigarette held between thumb and finger.

he picked up their bags at the airport

Stub it out under foot.

then drove off, got a call from the taxi office

Going into Costa

'Did you pick up your fare?'

She’s in there.

'Yes,' he said- then looked in the rear-view mirror

You both stood before me

no passengers, only bags in the boot.

I looked at her for the first time.

Men in black, you all lift the coffin up

'See you at the Chapel at 10am then'

hands supporting each other’s backs.

I sip my flat white.  

And there, and there, and there.