{"id":4565,"date":"2019-10-29T04:21:18","date_gmt":"2019-10-29T04:21:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4565"},"modified":"2019-10-29T04:22:19","modified_gmt":"2019-10-29T04:22:19","slug":"there-wont-be-a-word-about-us","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/there-wont-be-a-word-about-us\/","title":{"rendered":"There Wont Be A Word About Us"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mam and Dad had a wistful saying: “Forty years from now, there wont be a word about us…” rueing the passing of life and death… We always think it wont be so, but maybe it is truer than we care to admit and is true of us all…<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"Mam<\/a>
Mam and dad in the last photo we have of them together in 2006.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Forty years since have not yet gone
\n– What a sketch I’ll be should I till then last! –
\nBut still we talk and tell the yarns
\nAbout the people and times past.<\/p>\n

They got some things right and some things wrong
\nLike us were but human too
\nThey did all right – as must we all –
\nAs life we muddle through<\/p>\n

They feck you up the poet wrote
\nAs we do to ours in our time:
\nIt is our fate, the fate of man
\nTo be guilty of that crime.<\/p>\n

The time of year quick comes around
\nEach year with little said and less fuss
\nMaybe they were not so much wrong when forty years have passed
\nSaying “There wont be a word about us!”<\/p>\n

\"Mother<\/a>
Mother in her workplace with her colleagues at the 1925 F Street Club, on 1925 F Street, Washington, USA.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Mam and Dad had a wistful saying: “Forty years from now, there wont be a word about us…” rueing the passing of life and death… We always think it wont be so, but maybe it is truer than we care to admit and is true of us all…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[155,22],"tags":[2354,4228,843,4229],"class_list":["post-4565","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-family-stories","tag-death","tag-death-anniversaries","tag-halloween","tag-parents","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1bD","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1125,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/i-have-not-seen-what-my-father-saw\/","url_meta":{"origin":4565,"position":0},"title":"I Have Not Seen What My Father Saw","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"15th November 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"I have seen not what my father saw I have not ploughed the land Or made a ruin into a home With mortar mixed by hand. 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