Sunday, November 8, 2020

after-death in three verses


what are you doing today?

maybe send some flowers

We've silence round the kitchen table

and coffee's getting cold.

Memories are slippery


what are you doing today?

the snowdrops are blooming

We're gathering round the kitchen table

and coffee cups are raised.

Memories of lost laughter

what are you doing today?

Guess I'll shovel the neighbor's walk

We're together round the kitchen table

more coffee's being poured,

Memories making us laugh


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