The Dead Woman in my Dining Room
two years later
and everybody who failed
lifes big test,
call us for the ashes
my wife was the one
who made her final request come true
when her own family talked about her
like she was already dead
my wife took two weeks of vacation
to change her liver bag
and hold her shriveled body
and kiss her on her last breath
4 comments:
This is powerful.
its worse than that
The Blonde One was nothing if not a saint, taking care of another saintly woman whose time on Earth was ending. I remember that like it was yesterday. What an absolute honor it was to care for a friend in her dying days, one I am sure Blondie, for all the heartbreak it brought, wouldn't trade.
Horrible family members may think they are entitled to the urn, will feel closer to their kin with ashes occupying their abode, but they are hailing a train that has already left the station.
The mutual love and affection that saint one and saint two have for each other was equally exchanged several years ago in South Jersey and that love was absorbed into their skin, their blood, their souls.
The saints got what they needed from each other, did what they had to do to help one another and ended their earthly relationship secure and sated in each others adoration.
Even if "family' gets the urn. They forfeited their chance to
do what was right, and are longing for a connection that they themselves severed.
They want what once was, but will ultimately be left with gray powder.
that was really sweet...thanks...
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