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This isn't a funny ha ha poem but a funny peculiar one. In fact it is a bit creepy. I wrote it one day while staying with my parents. I have no idea what prompted it. I was amazed at the time to see that when I centre spaced it how it looked exactly like a blue glass vase I owned and treasured. Completely taken up with that aspect of the poem I showed it to my mother and father who didn't react at all in the way I had expected.
A month later my parents told me that they were awaiting the results of medical tests my father had gone in for the week before my visit. They hadn't wanted to burden me with it at the time and had hoped there would never be any need to tell anyone.
Unfortunately my father was diagnosed with a fast developing form of cancer, and he died less than 6 months after I wrote this poem.
Now when I read it, I still have no idea what inspired me to write it. But the last two lines always help me when I get down hearted. It is always good to focus on how life goes on despite the dramas and heartbreak, and there is always something springing from decay.